>>6143841He nods his head pretty rapidly, “Oh yea, every few days at least. Started off pretty small, just ‘is family and servants, but not most o’ the town gathers for em. An’ the mayors a religious sort too like you, Mister Inquisitor, ”Sure, we can go with that, “We all say praise before the Gr- Goddess when it’s time to eat and such. Think you’d like 'em.”
“Like the party or the mayor?”
“Oh, bit o’ both, I’d say,” He says with a nod, “Really, you should stop by tonight, I could even introduce you to a few unmarried lasses around town if ya fancy,” Normally you imagine that’s a sentence a small town medieval peasant boy would love to hear. It's too bad you're a fully grown man stuck in a teenager's body and can notice when someone is trying to butter you up.
“I just might,” You say without commitment, “How come the priestess hasn’t attended any then? Or has she and just not told me?”
The fisherman looks around a bit before walking up a bit too close for comfort and whispering, “Ya didn’t hear this from me, but that lass?” He leans in a bit further, almost looking like he’s scared of something, “A real loon if ya ask me. Lived here all her life, ya? Then how come she’s got no friends? Or even a husband? Something strange with her Inquisitor. I’d caution you about getting too close,” He says before walking back to his barrel.
An amateurish attempt at deception, but you reason it isn’t exactly the best idea to pointlessly antagonize this man. Yet. “Understood, thanks for the tip. Now, if I were to head to one of these parties, how would I go about looking for you?” Even if there wasn’t a Stranger in the area, you’re job description still contains rooting out even the most mundane of heretics should they be thinking about causing trouble.
He looks a bit dumbfounded for a second, realizing he forgot to introduce himself, “Thomas Caird, Mister Inquisitor.”
“Then I thank you for your time, Mister Caird. I won’t take any more of it,” You say with a nod before walking off the docks and out of sight with the help of all this damned fog. Good old Tommy not realizing he doesn’t have your name either. You shake your head, not that it really matters. In a small community like this, strangers are pretty easy to pick out by the locals. And that feeling you’re being watched hasn’t gone away. But just what are you going to do about that?
>Head back to the priestess’ for the night>Attend that party the fisherman was speaking of>Look around the village to try and find anything suspicious after dark>[write-in] 