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Bront said:You easily sort through them and read them with casting Read Magic. If you wish to scribe them in your book, that's 1 day per spell, and 100 gp per spell level per spell (I think that's a dumb cost rule btw, but that's the way it works). Fortunatly, you can take a 10 on your spellcraft roll and hit the DC 16 required to scribe and understand the spells, so you don't need to roll.
After figuring out all the scrolls, Sunny begins to wander the festival again. Not spying Daphnie the north fields, he looks around in the east fields, thinking perhaps she is doing something with the townsfolk. However, that does not prove to be fruitfull either. The townsfolk have setup several booths, many with food, but a few with items for sale, many of which have some sort of assosiation to the festival*. There is a priest who is telling stories to the people of Halina's glory and accomplishments. Many of the townsfolk are finishing setting up tables under the large pavilion in preperation for the feast tonight.
Plenty of interest, but no Daphnie. So, you head over towards the western fields. Sure enough, you spot Daphnie, Troi, and Rinaldo having a conversation.
*OOC: I'm evisioning an item that has this carved in it "I went to the Festival of Halina(TM) and all I got was this lousy suit of Full Plate."
Sunny finds that very strange. He isn't sure what Troi is doing there at all. He feels suddenly ashamed in a strange way; as if something was slipping through his fingers, but he isn't sure what. Why doesn't he simply go over there and say hello? Because of the akwardness that would necessarily result... and perhaps a small degree of jealousy is mixed up in it as well, directed at Troi... he turns tail, stomping back to his tent, ready to bury himself in the intricacies of the scrolls.. if he can.
