You look around the festival as it starts to get into full swing, walking past several pavilions and booths giving away all sorts of foods, arts, crafts, clothes, provisions, and the like without success.
Paul, 'the dashing rogue' as Hailyn calls him, is nowhere to be seen. It's not like him to be this late, but it is entirely probable that he is in fact busy and can't make it to Pasaveer tonight. But if so, wouldn't he have sent word? It surely couldn't be beyond his means to send a Message spell or even a carrier pidgeon to tell the group he had arrived at Lake Kershaw and what time they could expect him to arrive in Pasaveer.
Perhaps - and this is just a hunch - something else is up.