There are still butterflies everywhere, with cats and children and stumbling drunks following in their fluttery wake. Desna and the other gods of the harvest time are honored with carved symbols and painted marks on the walls. The day was hot and the sloping riverbank is a muddy mess from the number of festival goers who decided that swimming was a nice way to cool off. As the sun begins to set, half the crowd are coated with sweat from contests or dancing and the other half still hasn't dried off completely from swimming.
The scheduled event for sunset is the awarding of prizes. But, as is custom since the Swallowtail Festival has been celebrated in Sandpoint, the greased pole climb remains open for takers until the light of the sun no longer illuminates the brass plate set at the top. So the crowd is mostly gathered in a circle watching as the last contestants grapple with the pole, and one another.
Hukmen Dunir, Noshu Sadhi, Alleana and Grom
Please post for your characters. Let us know what you've been doing with your day and end up with being in the Swamill Area and what you are currently doing. If you wish to be part of the scramble for the top of the pole : You are barefoot, bare chested (or a simple shirt if you are modest) and can be in possession of no weapons. Through out the day people try one at a time, but the last scramble is a free for all. Not counting PCs, there are three men scrambling for the prize.