<div class="floatleft">(http://theonlysheet.com/wiki/images/0/06/Belor_Hemlock.gif)</div><strong>Location:</strong>The<em>Pixie's Kitten</em>bawdy show<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Pru, Nadia, Gor'Ax<br/><br/>The show being put on bu the brothel men and women is actually pretty funny, if one thinks japes about political prudes in Cheliax are funny (most of the crowd seems to believe so). Aside from the occasional bared bottom and a singular stuffed sackcloth phallus (that has a song routine) it's pretty tame... I mean, it IS outdoors. Even so, women shoo their children away from the spectacle, several townsfolk harrumph, and at least one couple from an outlying farm gawp about what a terrible fate is befalling the town, why, back in<em>their</em>day... even so they stay for the whole thing.<br/><br/>As the play ends and the audience is hooting and clapping, a heavy hand claps onto Gor'Ax's shoulder. The half-orc comes face-to-face with Sandpoint's sheriff, Belor Hemlock. Or maybe face-to-collarbone, as the Shoanti sheriff nears seven feet tall, from his booted feet to his meticulously shaved head.<strong> "Mrs. Lorch says you threatened her son. <em>Again</em>,"</strong>Hemlock says with a scowl; but then he's always scowling, it seems. His hand leaves Gor'Ax's shoulder, joining its twin the sheriff crosses his arms over his broad chest. He clearly expects an explanation, even as the audience quickly disperses... much to the frowning dismay of the performers on stage.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://67.media.tumblr.com/0447c8762566b28638bcabefbd8a16d5/tumblr_o71pm5ObVc1utyn51o1_400.png)</div><strong>Where:</strong>The<em>Rusty Dragon</em>booth<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Sulwyn, Tavah<br/><br/>The longer Sulwyn waits in line, the more the sweet-spicy-salty scent of the signature dish is making her stomach gnaw itself! Finally, she's up for service. The proprietress has worked up a sweat from her work and from the grill behind the stall, her particolor hair sticking to her brow as she works her spices and spatulas and half-steaks of bright pink fish. Even so, she flashes a smile at Sulwyn.<strong>"<em>Hey</em>! New to town?"</strong>The iron of the grill hisses as another piece of fish is added to it.<strong>"I'm Ameiko - excuse me - Kaijutsu."</strong>She lets out a breath, whipping out a cloth to brush over her brow.<strong>"You probably saw the Rusty Dragon on your way in, yeah? Best damned food north of Magnimar."</strong>She looked past Sulwyn to examine line forming, even gracing Tavah with a winning smile before moving on.<strong>"Going to be a minute, ladies and lords,"</strong>was that sarcasm?<strong>"But ale's on the house too!"</strong>And... did eight or nine people just get in line after that?