Ah, you're not bad for an outlander. I'm afraid the feast is just an old caravaner joke. I know, I know, I'll get back on the road after this drink.

Ah, you're not bad for an outlander. I'm afraid the feast is just an old caravaner joke. I know, I know, I'll get back on the road after this drink.

Made up? I don't know what you mean. It's a very local custom. But if you insist, perhaps I can risk a little ill luck. I'll be on the road today.

As the good saint said, the traveler and the guar must lay down their burdens and, er, raise a glass to the Three!

Oh, you'll have to buy a drink or two. It's customary, you see.

The feast! A toast for the saint!

It's the caravan drovers' favorite feast again, is it? It's guar dung. The local caravaners make up that nonsense to fool outlanders like you. They're just giving themselves an excuse to drink.

The caravaners around here have their own local traditions, but I've not heard of this one before. Maybe consult with a priest, or the matron at the House of Red Wings. She knows near everything that happens in this town.

Nonsense. There's no celebration or observance of that name. Besides, St. Roris the Martyr is the patron of caravaners.