Location: Sandpoint<br/>With: Nobody (Open)<br/>Status: HP 10/10; AC 14, Touch 12, Flat 13; CMD 10; Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +0; Perception +6; Init +1<br/><br/>The smells, sights, and sounds or the starting festival were almost overwhelming for the small gnome. He simply didn't know where he should go first. He thought about visiting some of the booths, but most of them seemed to be still in the process of getting set up. He them spotted the blonde haired woman in armor who was leading a tied up goblin down the street. He decided to follow her in order to assist with the goblin if it caused any trouble. However it wasn't long before his attention was caught by the elderly woman who was shouting at the pretty young lady with a small furry companion and a large book.<br/><br/>The furry animal was a mongoose if he wasn't mistaken. Not only was he curious if he was correct in guessing the animal's species, but he also wondered what was inside the book(looked like a spellbook!). He was just about to inquire about the little critter(and book) when something else caught his attention. He almost let out an audible delighted gasp when he happened to spot the firearm carried by the angelic beauty. Oh he had heard stories about those indeed. Maybe she would be willing to show him how it works, even give him a chance to fire it!<br/><br/>He would follow her until they reached the stage where the speeches were beginning. He tried pushing through the crowd to get a good vantage point, but it became quickly apparent that it would be a fruitless effort. So after a quick look around, he found a triangle shaped stack of barrels near a merchant stall that would make the perfect platform. He got up there just in time to see the sheriff's little joke with the scroll. He laughed, clapping along with the crowd. So far this town seemed to be great, the sheriff even had a sense of humor! Ohhhh plays! Well, he'll definitely have to remember to attend.<br/><br/>The end of Father Zantus' speech was met with loud cheers and applause from the little gnome. He loudly echoed "May the grace of Desna watch over us!" The end of the speeches and beginning of the festival saw the gnome eagerly descending down the barrel "stairs" he had been using to watch the stage. He began exploring, following the flow of the crowd. A bit sad that he had lost the firearm carrying lady in the wave of people.<br/><br/>Oh fire! And goblin tossing? He quickly moved over to the booth, just barely able to see over the counter. No real goblins, but the bean bags were quite comical. And more importantly, no real fire! He was quite disappointed! Fire, if employed safely, could be great entertainment after all. Then as his eyes wandered to the side of him while he was deep in thought, it suddenly occurred to him what he was seeing. Firearm girl was here!<br/><br/>Though she did seem to be busy having a bit of a competition with another beautiful young woman. He would patiently wait until they were finished. It wasn't until the other woman began walking away did he speak to the firearm girl.<strong>"Excuse me miss! I couldn't help but notice your amazing weapon! I would love to learn more about it!"</strong>