The avenue is broad but crowded with revelers, merchants, hawkers and a myriad of others. It is a time of feasting and the annual celebrations have begun.
The beating of drums reverberates down the street and the crowd begins to part and move away from the center of the avenue. Many avert their eyes, a few bend low to the ground and very few others stare openly at the two white cowled priests beating a slow rhythm upon large drums escort another down the avenue. The priest in the center wear white robes as his two escorts though interlaced with purple and red embroidery.
The characters are in the middle of the promenade and know nothing of the local priesthood. What do they do?
The beating of drums reverberates down the street and the crowd begins to part and move away from the center of the avenue. Many avert their eyes, a few bend low to the ground and very few others stare openly at the two white cowled priests beating a slow rhythm upon large drums escort another down the avenue. The priest in the center wear white robes as his two escorts though interlaced with purple and red embroidery.
The characters are in the middle of the promenade and know nothing of the local priesthood. What do they do?
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...by the beating of our drums, something wicked this way comes...(?)
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