Most of this festival held little interest for Roy; he had no particular desire to dance, or go to these raves that seemed basically like begging for an alignment shift to Chaotic just for stepping in the door. Not that he was judging, but Roy knew his limits and his nature.
But this whole festival did have one upside: the picnic itself, which was delightful in every way Roy could ask for. The fighter was delighted to stroll about the park, watch the dances, and listen to the music with an unusually cheerful smile on his face.
One might be inclined to noticed that he was still wearing his armor, and still had a massive greatsword strapped to his back, despite all this cheer and general peace.
A little while later Roy wandered about the park with a bag stuffed practically to overflowing with pastries and candy -- which he seemed quite willing to distribute. Catch notice of that bag and he'll offer one of the confections to you with a smile. "Help yourself!"
Roy Greenhilt | OTA
But this whole festival did have one upside: the picnic itself, which was delightful in every way Roy could ask for. The fighter was delighted to stroll about the park, watch the dances, and listen to the music with an unusually cheerful smile on his face.
One might be inclined to noticed that he was still wearing his armor, and still had a massive greatsword strapped to his back, despite all this cheer and general peace.
A little while later Roy wandered about the park with a bag stuffed practically to overflowing with pastries and candy -- which he seemed quite willing to distribute. Catch notice of that bag and he'll offer one of the confections to you with a smile. "Help yourself!"