<strong>Leander &amp; Ivette</strong><br/><br/>"Oh, any other time of year... it's your usual merchant's district." The mayor replied, "But the halfling-folk put on this carnival, don all kinds of masks and costumes. It can get a little crazy, you know, with everybody's faces hidden, the paper-mongers can't tell who is who and who is doing what or with who or<em>to</em>whom."<br/><br/>The gentleman laughed uneasily, as if to laugh off and deny being a part of any of those shady circumstances. Nelliph seemed to have something to say, and whatever it was, it couldn't have been flattering.<br/><br/><strong>Dexter and Ellen</strong><br/><br/>The little adventurer paid no mind, keeping up her ignorant facade as the pair walked past. The elven woman was right when she said the town was full of other adventurers now, and no doubt they were eager to size one another up.<br/><br/>Still, the walk back to the hotel was pleasant and uneventful as night cast its shroud over that side of the world. The streets were dimly lit with lanterns along the roads, some few still out (though mostly drunkards or party-goers who had strayed from the festivities)<br/><br/>The archivist and paladin arrived back at the hotel, their reservations already in order.