<div class="floatleft">(http://i38.tinypic.com/2iw7itg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Joran<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sandpoint Cathedral Square<br/><strong>With:</strong>Varisian Woman, Everyone Else<br/><br/>"Joran. Cleric of Erastil. I hope you can find your mother without too much trouble. If you'd like I could shout her name loudly, it might draw her attention. I'm a fair hand at shouting." There wasn't any sarcasm in his tone, he was entirely serious. He left out the bit about her mother being a hag because it wasn't his place to assess her that way. "Otherwise I think I will enjoy the festivities... unless you have need of my services for anything? I could hardly deny a lady in such dire straits." Saccharin though it sounded, he was entirely serious. Perhaps it was the clerical training, a sense of chivalry, or a deep-rooted need to please everyone, but he was genuinely that helpful. The pie was calling his name however, he wanted to make his way there and win it before someone else did. He would share it with those who asked, but he wanted some of it for himself. He wasn't entirely selfless, after all, and he really enjoyed pie.<br/><br/>He tried to scan the crowd for any sign of an older Varisian woman, his height making it slightly easier than otherwise it might have been, but he wasn't the best at picking out people from crowds, nor the best at determining age and relation. In fact, he was probably one of the worst suited for this task.