U'lin:
"What is the most important piece of your game, besides the bladder there? Is the game always designed around the one hoop, or do you need more hoops as there are more players?" he inquired, genuinely curious in his tone.
"Weeeelll there's different hoops 'n difficulties, we usually just make whatever, you can combine hoops together if you like, with lots of people we get two bladders and someone carries a third hoop. Hoop carrying sucks though, since its okay if you get hit but no more than twice," the smallest child begins to explain in an excited voice.
"But like sometimes we try it while blindfolded, and with crates, and without crates but with planks - that ones called Flats. If you don't have a hoop y'can just use a wall but then you need a bouncy bladder, if you don't have a bouncy bladder you can use a flat piece o' wood but it can't have sharp ends my big sis' tried that once and nearly sliced someones ear off there was like blood everywhe-"
Moira Ruadh:
"Name's Moira, Sister. Professional acquaintance of Miss Stoor, s'posed t'meet up with her in Nightstone. We've gone through quite a lot t'honor her request t'find ya'." the Hin produced Stoor's letter to the priestess first, then shifted aside to pull back the wagon drape so she could peer past inside to see the coffin. "Everythin' just as she specified in her letter. Trust you're th'one t'help her out and set things right, yea?"
The Sister nods as she carefully examines Stoors face. A few seconds pass, and she sighs in relief, lowering the mace.
"Alright. It -is- her. Thank the goddess," the priestess turns to Moira, a genuine smile on her otherwise stern visage,
"apologies for that. Vynne Kingshand, Senior Priestess of the Happy Hall of Tymora. Last time this happened Verrada got captured instead and her kidnappers tried to pull a fast one- was a pretty unpleasant experience" she hefts the mace and grins wider,
"for the kidnappers, that is."
Putting the fingers of her other hand into her mouth, the sister lets out a shrill whistle. Three more acolytes - two male, one female, all sturdy of build - exit from the backdoor of the temple. At Sister Vynne's signal, the four of them take the casket from the wagon and heft it into their shoulders.
"Would you like to come inside? Least I can do for upstanding folk like yourself is some tea. Got some fancy biscuits too."