"Splendid!" she exclaims, while the two guards exchange long-suffering looks. "My most particular interest, at the moment, is dance, and I have heard such things about the festival dances that I shan't want to miss a one of them. I don't feel especially competitive today, but perhaps that will change once I've learned what there is to compete in!" 

A new quest is available! 

About the Town

Serve as Lilian Weald's local guide to Eriksmont during the Festival of Asteron. This quest is complete when you receive your payment. 

Success: +2 Eriksmont Lore XP, improved relations with Lilian Weald, improved Reputation with the Order of Dreams. 
Failure: Reduced relations with Lilian Weald, reduced Reputation with the Order of Dreams. 

Accept quest?

He will try to think Accept at it particularly hard and see if that works. Otherwise he can try to deal with it he doesn't want to mutter something while he has this important person's attention.

Speaking of that important person, "Most of the dancing will be in the town square and the green outside of town. There are some special dances at noon and sunset but otherwise almost everything repeats. You also probably won't want to miss the mock battle between the Queen of the Waves and the Drownfather.

"As for competitions, there's some boating competitions on the river and also the log roll. You might be more used to things like the archery competition or the baking contest. There's also a bunch of races, some traditional and some more intended to have people fail a bit like the three legged race."

After a few moments of thinking at the shade, a couple rectangles appear at the bottom with "Accept" and "Decline" written inside them, along with a small image of a hand with one finger extended below each. 

"I'll be sure to see those dances then! I'd like to see some of the competitions as well, believe it or not we don't get much in the way of archery contests where I'm from. I can't imagine I'd be much good at boating or log rolling, but I want to see those too. Perhaps I'll try out the three-legged race, how hard could it possibly be?" 

"I'm not sure that would be entirely wise —" chokes out the guard named Priscus. 

"Oh nonsense, it's just a bit of harmless fun, as I'm sure our new friend here will attest." 

"I nominate Priscus as the other leg and a half," Welligan offers drily. "For...security reasons." The younger man looks horrified at the thought. 

"Huh, do people there mostly not hunt or do they just have other ways of hunting. I'd expect anywhere people hunt with bows they'd want to also show off their skill but perhaps I'm wrong.

"And that sounds quite doable. I do want to get a drink and a bit of porridge before we set out if you don't mind waiting, but I could also just pick something up from a market stall."

He'll do his best to find a time where poking the accept button won't be obvious. Maybe he can incorporate it into a gesture at the barkeeper or something.

The poke succeeds. 

"Hunting's less common in the Imperial heartland, with most of the land dedicated to farming or grazing," Welligan explains, before returning his attention to his vigil. 

"Oh, I don't mind at all!" the woman says. "By all means get some good food in you first. Doris dear, would you — Oh! Where are my manners, I'm Lilian Weald and this is Welligan and Priscus." 

"I'm Alex Lustig, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. What do you spend your time doing when you're not travelling to distant festivals?"