Also Hagan is here. He is - shirtless, and clutching a pillow, which he is crying into. It's very damp. His snake is stretched around his chest giving him a hug. 

He notices after a second that he's not in his house anymore and makes a miserable confused sound and then springs to his feet. He looks terrible.

Fy hisses at her.

- well that's a lot more upset than she expected him to be about recent developments. Now she feels pretty shitty, too. Best not to think about it, probably. Definitely best not to make him deal with it.

She looks around. It's more like Cheliax than Osirion, but she's pretty sure it isn't either. The architecture's wrong. Lots of simple little brown houses and little shop windows further into town. Nothing that looks like a temple. A woman is gardening a few houses down, ignoring them.

" - I don't know where we are. Did you get here first - "

" - I don't think so? I think I just got here - what the hell is this -"

"I don't know."

She takes another look at the pendant. It's a multicolored songbird. It's the only thing around that particularly looks like it could have been responsible for bringing people here, and it isn't a very good candidate. 

"Multicolored songbird is Shelyn's holy symbol, right?"

“Sounds right. I thought the gods were paused.” He’s not looking at her.

She's not looking at him, either. "Me too."

...she reaches out and touches the pendant.

     Hello, says a voice in her head. You are worthy of the use of this artifact, should you choose to accept it. In exchange for your agreement to complete a grand quest of goodness for the Eternal Rose, you will be granted the powers of a cleric of Shelyn.

She takes her hand back.

"It's Shelyn's, all right."

“Well. Guess we could do worse. What does it want?”

"An agreement to complete a grand quest of goodness, for which it will give someone the powers of a cleric of Shelyn. It was not very specific."

"- we're not in any shape to do quests -"

"I mean, I agree.

"I guess in that case we ignore it and - see if we can figure out where we are."

"Sure."

She considers saying something to him about - but no, she shouldn't, he doesn't want to talk to her at all right now.

She looks at the sky. It's nearing sunset. She heads into town. She can read the shop windows with Valentine's language ring on, but not when she takes it off. 

"Different language. Not sure how we'll talk to anyone."

He squints at the windows. 

"Maybe they'll have something more widely spoken, too. If we're on Golarion at all. Which we probably are? Does Shelyn give out quests anywhere else?"

"I wouldn't know."

The men here all seem to be wearing the same set of clothing in slightly different colors. Buttoned jackets over collared shirts and pressed trousers. They're all wearing the same couple styles of hat. The women are all wearing dresses, also in a narrow range of styles. Everyone walks slowly and calmly to their destinations. Occasionally people look up and stare at them in mild confusion.

     "It's not quite time yet," says a man, helpfully, as they pass him. He points up at a clock tower. "The clock will tell you when. The festival's a few minutes away yet. Better keep your clothes on until then."

Well, he's not wearing one of Valentine's rings but he can guess that you're not supposed to be shirtless, yeah. "Maybe I should stay in the woods and you can - I guess probably you can't buy me a shirt. I can prepare and sell healing tomorrow and we can camp out until then?"

"Yeah, maybe."

He turns around. 

She follows him, hands in her pockets, and doesn't say anything.

The clocktower bell tolls.

Everyone around them seems to break into a run at once. Someone throws a brick through a shop window and shatters it. A man pushes a woman up against a nearby wall; she cries. Some people, both men and women, start ripping their clothes off and dancing in a fountain. Several people shout the word "festival."

Korva is very confused and very concerned.

" - what're they shouting?"

"'Festival', mostly. Over and over - "

Someone throws a bunch of flower pots on the ground and breaks them. There's uproarious laughter from the people in the fountain.

- he will steal some clothes from someone who ripped theirs off. "You should get out of here."

"Yeah."

The way they were going is now blocked by a bunch of men having a fistfight. She looks around for a less obstructed path.

On the other side of the plaza with the fountain, there's a knot of people who have noticed that the two of them are dressed funny and are not obviously partaking in the festival. There is a short discussion, and then a group of five or six men starts running towards them.

" - which way - "

- back the way they came?

She follows him. After a little bit of running she looks back and sees that the men have been intercepted by a group of women and most of them are now making out or dancing. There's music coming from somewhere, now, though she isn't sure where. This time the women look like enthusiastic participants.

Someone else trips her while she's looking over her shoulder. She falls to the pavement and is half-pinned by the time she gets a good look at the man who did it. It's the person who pointed out the clocktower.

     "Came for the festival, right?" he says, smiling down at her.

He doesn't really need that nose does he. Or that shoulder. Or that jaw. Or that hand.