The Gnome watches Rowan with a look of bewilderment for a moment before stating "you're not all there are you? Didn't think to employ a location spell or the metal attracting properties of some minerals? Or even perhaps question why someone would be seeing upon a haystack in the first place or why it would be your responsibility to locate their possessions for them?..." Baffled, the gnome merely looks on as the wood elf begins greeting the still intimate objects.
Turning to the dwarf, "so, any ideas? Or are we hesitant to be a team player?"
Barria stares at the puzzle of the names and upon hearing some ideas, she warms to the idea. Stone? She thought for one, but then the angry little gnome belittles the wood elf and then turns on her. Putting her hands on her hips she scowls down at the little man.
"Now listen here! I will not have anyone talk down to another person in my presence. We are all special in our own ways and should be celebrated as such, not ridiculed. This is unacceptable and Rowan here deserves an apology. And no, I will not be a team player until I hear one!" Honestly, she was still unsure about these unicorns and the itch to go see if they could catch the owners before the show started getting stronger.
"talk down?" the gnome says as he looks up at the Dwarf, "is this some poorly deployed pun?" he gives a disappointed tut, shaming the perceived slight and shaking his head at her. "the wood elf has the right of it though, and if you won't be a team player then I suppose I'll do everything myself" turning away from the dwarf g'Reg calls over to Rowan, "well done young man! your little story tipped me off to the truth of the matter, they're all idioms, or nearabouts, NEEDLE in a HAYSTACK, indeed haha, BEAUTY is in the eye of the BEHOLDER, a rolling STONE gathers no MOSS, a STITCH in time saves NINE ...well have at them, four unicorns ready to talk at your calling of their names hm?" he folds his arms a smug grin on his face.
While waiting to see if the named unicorns he has chosen can here his telepathic words or not, Mulligan watches Barria and g'Reginald bicker and just shakes his head. Perhaps he was better off solo...
As each speaks or thinks the names of a pair of unicorns, a duo of gentle voices, like merging streams of silver, speaks into your mind. It passes as quickly as a summer shower, but is sufficient to impart a secret that none other has been willing or able to share...
Rowan
Once upon a time in the land of Prismeer, Queen Zybilna was locked away, inside her Palace of Heart's Desire, by three troublesome hags known as the Hourglass Coven. They split the realm like a cake into three slices, each gobbling up a piece for themselves. But each has a secret weakness: one fears the sight of the eclipse, one forgets the first creature she sees when she wakes, and one sneezes herself silly if she beholds someone run widdershins.
Greginald
That which you seek is possessed by Skabatha Nightshade, eldest sister of the Hourglass Coven, mistress of Thither, the land of remember-whens. She adores the taste of regrets, like bitter black licorice. She’s got servants bound tighter than a rainbow braid, and her dear little Sowpig trots off to the carnival on a pilfering spree.
Barria
That which you seek is possessed by Bavlorna Blightstraw, the middle sister of the Hourglass Coven, ruler of Hither, the land of the here-and-now. She gobbles up the troubles of those who come to her with urgent pleas. She crafts creepy critters in her own uncanny image, and one she sends to pinch goodies from the carnival.
Mulligan
That which you seek is possessed by Endelyn Moongrave, youngest sister of the Hourglass Coven, the doom-gazing diva of Yon, land of what’s-to-come. She snatches the hopes of those who seek her for their destiny. Her minions are stitched from darkness itself, and she sends the shadow of poor Gleam to snatch from the carnival’s guests.
Rowan, too busy focusing on the unicorns misses out much of the initial derision and then subsequent praise from GReggie.
People are always difficult to understand but animals, magical or otherwise make sense so Rowan is delighted when he gets a message from the unicorns.
”It’s just like the fairy stories. Wicked witches and a locked away queen and secret weaknesses. And Prismeer is a place. A kingdom of some sort. And they know about Queen Zybilna.” Rowan says.
The he repeats everything he just heard from the unicorns to himself, though loud enough for the others to hear, so he hopefully won’t forget it all.
Mulligan blinks. A lot and quickly. This sudden shot of information from the unicorns was a lot to take in... And then Rowan adding to the input with what he presumably was told by his own mounts...
For Stitch and Nine:
There is a moment or two of blank sending - Mulligan just isn't sure what to say or ask at first. But then... This Endelyn Moongrave, this Hourglass Coven, they are responsible for the thieves at the carnival? Why do Mr. Witch and Mr. Light allow this?
Even as he is "talking" the Stitch and Nine, Mulligan looks to Rowan, smiles, and gives him a nod to indicate that he heard and understood what he said.
For the Chat Line: They tell me that an Endelyn Moongrave has what was stolen from me. She is the youngest of the three in the Hourglass Coven. They say her minions are stitched from darkness itself, and she sends the shadow of poor Gleam to snatch from the carnival’s guests.
Mulligan then sighs, rolls his eyes, and sends the same information the G'reginald the G'nome.
g'Reg listens, nods safely and thanks the unicorns. He listens to Rowan and Mulligan's recounting of their message but doesn't respond just yet, instead Greg approaches Diana once more and asks quietly, "hourglass?" Hoping that the not-centaur girl can at least nod her head in affirmative.
Barria's eyes go wide and she takes a tentative step back. She didn't know what she was expecting, but it wasn't this. What's with so many people talking in her head now? Wasn't that for her thoughts only? Then a frightful thought comes unbidden... can they read her thoughts too? She steals a glance at Mulligan as she considers the ramifications.
She swallows and concentrates on what the unicorn told her. "The Hourglass Coven? Yes, the middle sister, Bavlorna Blightstraw, seems to have what I lost. She gobbles up the troubles of those who come to her with urgent pleas. She crafts creepy critters in her own uncanny image and sends them here to pinch goodies." She realizes what she has said aloud and then looking to the others, "Who were all the theives? the frog, a pig faced girl and a shadow, right? Think she must look like a frog or a pig faced girl? Weird... And where is Hither? What a strange sounding place."
There is no further reply from the unicorns, who have apparently shared all the secrets that can be shared. Diana the girl/centaur indeed nods cautiously in reply to Greginald, then claps one hand over her mouth and turns away. Kettlesteam is nowhere to be seen. By this time, patrons are starting to migrate toward the Big Top - it is midnight, and the Extravaganza is due to begin!
The four co-investigators move with the crowd toward the Big Top, sharing what they have learned with one another. At the Big Top entrance, (for those who haven't seen them before) the posters of the current and past performers are clearly visible, including a pair of elven acrobats - one with a headdress in the shape of the sun, and the other like the moon - and with the caption of "Glister and Gleam, the Selenelion twins".
The four are ushered to adjoining seats only one row back from the front, and a hush falls over the crowd as the lights dim. A second later, a single spotlight again goes bright, focusing its illumination on a slender, elven figure sitting in a silver hoop, suspended high above the center ring by silk ropes. He wears a dazzling suit of diamond-pane mirrors and a pair of butterfly wings, and holds a scepter topped with the spinning vane.
Welcome, one and all, to this evening’s extravaganza! I am Mister Light. Prepare to be delighted!
(I've forced a narrative push forward, but feel free to interject if you wish, and I can modify as required...)
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Mulligan does not react in the slightest when Barria worries that he can read her thoughts. There is no deception, he just cannot read her thoughts so he has no clue that she has such a thought and thus cannot react to it. :)
To all: Girl in a pig mask, a frog and a shadow, these are indeed the three thieves I was told of by Candlefoot. It was the girl in the pig mask I saw lead off a distraught man into a mirror to I could not even guess where.
Getting no more from the unicorns, and a bit disappointed they never really came to life, Mulligan is ready to share all he has learned with the others and head towards the Staff area. Alas, one he looks around a bit and sees everyone moving in the same direction - Towards the Big Top - he gives up the idea of confronting Mr. Witch and Mr. Light before the Extravaganza... Like the others, he allows himself to be moved forward by the crowd and towards the tent...
Rowan feels everything inside him bubbling up as the Extraganza begins. The colours, the sounds, the crowd - they were all equally amazing, exhilarating, and overwhelming.
When Mister Light makes an appearance, Rowan shouts over the din of the crowd to the others.
"That's the guy we're looking to talk to, right?" Rowan shouts. "We could talk to him now."
g'Reg takes the show in but does not seem amused, when Rowan proposes to go up and talk to the man in the middle of the performance, the old little g'Nome smiles mischievously and gets up to let the wood elf out of the seats and onto the performance floor, with a bit of a, 'be my guest' gesture.
Mulligan hears the Elf's idea and sees the Gnome only too eager to help it happen. Mulligan reaches out to put a restraining hand upon Rowan... but stops before his hand gets halfway there. There is a little mischievous Gnomey part inside of him who just wants to see what chaos will happen from them being interrupted mid-performance, but the true main reason he doesn't intervene is because he barely know's Rowan's name at this point and doesn't really see it as his place to be preventing him from doing anything that is not outright dangerous...
As Rowan is contemplating taking impulsive action, another spotlight illuminates the floor of the ring, and highlights another figure. This time it is a portly elf in a tweed suit and top hat. A lot less garrulous than his counterpart, he simply strolls out into the center, and with one hand tucked into a waistcoat pocket, in a clipped and concise voice he announces:
With that, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and all friends betwixt and between… Keep your eyes sharp, your wits about you, and your hearts open—our performers have traveled far and wide to earn your wonder. Now… let them.
The silver hoop lowers slowly as Mister Light glides down, as his mirrored suit catches the glow of the spotlights, scattering shards of light across the crowd like a thousand tiny fireworks. Touching the ground beside Mister Witch, he sweeps into a theatrical bow, then raises his scepter once more.
And remember, dear guests—every seat is the best seat in the house… if you dare to look closely enough. Now, let the marvels begin!
Seeing g'Reggie move out of the way, Rowan takes that as confirmation that this is within the bounds of normal carnival behaviour and jumps out of his seat and heads down to the ring.
Rowan makes his way to the edge of the ring. The aspiring performer in him knows that you don't interrupt someone mid performance, but from what he can tell Mister Light and Mister Witch are about done their part. As soon as they move to exit the ring to let whomever or whatever take to the spotlight, Rown moves to intercept the two owners of the faire.
Barria walks with the rest, mulling over the words she received from the unicorn and what the others said as well. So much to ponder, and yet, so much to see. This carnival was both delighting her and overwhelming her. She moved into the big top with the rest of the group she now found herself with. As she sits down, she asks Rowan, "What happened to that birdlike man you were confronting earlier? It all happened so fast, I don't even remember what that whole thing was about?"
She turns to the wood elf, expecting his reply when she belatedly realizes he is actually no longer in his seat and is making his way down to the ring. Her eyes go wide and she looks to the other two, seeing that they obviously let him head down and she frowns slightly. She's about to go down and bring him back when she notices he is waiting at the edge. Maybe this will be alright....
The Big Top is laid out like a traditional single-ring circus, with tiered seating around the circumference, and with an opening at the entrance and another opposite leading backstage. Witch and Light move toward the back, and stand half in the shadows, flanking the curtains of the backstage exit, as the first act begins. It is a dazzling display of two groups of fire- and frost-breathing actors engaging in well-choreographed mock combat, while a troupe of faerie dragons with colourful streamers attached to their tails perform impressive feats of synchronised flying overhead.
Rowan has no eyes for any of this, but makes his way to the front of the spectator seating, just outside the ring, like a latecomer finding their seat, and circuits the perimeter until he is at the very edge of the bleachers, standing right in front of a slightly irritated audience member, and within an arms-reach of one of the owners...
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g'Reg, having taken time before the show began to ritual cast find familiar once more, sends a weasel along with Rowan as the wood elf makes his way to the ringside. g'Reg is interested to see what happens but disinterested in being part of whatever repercussions may come to Rowan.
Rowan takes note of the irritated audience member but just shakes his head at them.
"Show's over there," Rowan says.
Then he notices the weasel, cocks his head to the side like a dog trying to understand then shrugs and says "Hi weasel."
Rowan then plants himself in front of Mister Light. Mister Witch looks far too much like the traveling merchants who would sometimes enter the valley back home looking for a new market. Mister Light on the other hand looks like a performer himself.
"Hi Mister Light. I'm Rowan. I originally came here to seek employment with your carnival. It's amazing with all of the music and lights and magic of it all." Rowan says then gestures to his lute. "This place has been inspiring and my playing has never been better. But while here strange things have happened. There's an angry kenku out there who can't talk to Queen Zybilna anymore. And some unicorns said she might be in trouble. But there are these witches too who are stealing things or sending someone to steal things or sending someones to steal things. I'm a bit unclear on that. But I've made some new friends. Well, maybe not friends. Though Barria seems friendly. She's a dwarf. I haven't met many of them. The other two, well, let's say I've made acquaintances."
Rowan takes a breath but quickly continues on.
"Anyway, these three have all had something stolen when they were at your carnival. It sounds like these witches stole whatever they lost and took them to some place called Prismeer. There was a lost hoe that sounded pretty important but for some reason they don't want the hoe back and only want who stole it. I'd think getting the hoe back would be more helpful to a farmer but maybe he has a new better one now. I'd hope you didn't know thieves were working your carnival. Do you have any idea how to find them? Or how to get to Prismeer? Or how to see if this Queen Zybilna is okay? Do you like the way Prismeer sounds? Prismeer. Prismeer."
Rowan stops finally, waiting for an answer. Though he does look back down at the weasel and smiles.
The Gnome watches Rowan with a look of bewilderment for a moment before stating "you're not all there are you? Didn't think to employ a location spell or the metal attracting properties of some minerals? Or even perhaps question why someone would be seeing upon a haystack in the first place or why it would be your responsibility to locate their possessions for them?..." Baffled, the gnome merely looks on as the wood elf begins greeting the still intimate objects.
Turning to the dwarf, "so, any ideas? Or are we hesitant to be a team player?"
Barria stares at the puzzle of the names and upon hearing some ideas, she warms to the idea. Stone? She thought for one, but then the angry little gnome belittles the wood elf and then turns on her. Putting her hands on her hips she scowls down at the little man.
"Now listen here! I will not have anyone talk down to another person in my presence. We are all special in our own ways and should be celebrated as such, not ridiculed. This is unacceptable and Rowan here deserves an apology. And no, I will not be a team player until I hear one!" Honestly, she was still unsure about these unicorns and the itch to go see if they could catch the owners before the show started getting stronger.
"talk down?" the gnome says as he looks up at the Dwarf, "is this some poorly deployed pun?" he gives a disappointed tut, shaming the perceived slight and shaking his head at her. "the wood elf has the right of it though, and if you won't be a team player then I suppose I'll do everything myself" turning away from the dwarf g'Reg calls over to Rowan, "well done young man! your little story tipped me off to the truth of the matter, they're all idioms, or nearabouts,
NEEDLE in a HAYSTACK, indeed haha,
BEAUTY is in the eye of the BEHOLDER,
a rolling STONE gathers no MOSS,
a STITCH in time saves NINE
...well have at them, four unicorns ready to talk at your calling of their names hm?" he folds his arms a smug grin on his face.
While waiting to see if the named unicorns he has chosen can here his telepathic words or not, Mulligan watches Barria and g'Reginald bicker and just shakes his head. Perhaps he was better off solo...
As each speaks or thinks the names of a pair of unicorns, a duo of gentle voices, like merging streams of silver, speaks into your mind. It passes as quickly as a summer shower, but is sufficient to impart a secret that none other has been willing or able to share...
Rowan
Once upon a time in the land of Prismeer, Queen Zybilna was locked away, inside her Palace of Heart's Desire, by three troublesome hags known as the Hourglass Coven. They split the realm like a cake into three slices, each gobbling up a piece for themselves. But each has a secret weakness: one fears the sight of the eclipse, one forgets the first creature she sees when she wakes, and one sneezes herself silly if she beholds someone run widdershins.
Greginald
That which you seek is possessed by Skabatha Nightshade, eldest sister of the Hourglass Coven, mistress of Thither, the land of remember-whens. She adores the taste of regrets, like bitter black licorice. She’s got servants bound tighter than a rainbow braid, and her dear little Sowpig trots off to the carnival on a pilfering spree.
Barria
That which you seek is possessed by Bavlorna Blightstraw, the middle sister of the Hourglass Coven, ruler of Hither, the land of the here-and-now. She gobbles up the troubles of those who come to her with urgent pleas. She crafts creepy critters in her own uncanny image, and one she sends to pinch goodies from the carnival.
Mulligan
That which you seek is possessed by Endelyn Moongrave, youngest sister of the Hourglass Coven, the doom-gazing diva of Yon, land of what’s-to-come. She snatches the hopes of those who seek her for their destiny. Her minions are stitched from darkness itself, and she sends the shadow of poor Gleam to snatch from the carnival’s guests.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Rowan, too busy focusing on the unicorns misses out much of the initial derision and then subsequent praise from GReggie.
People are always difficult to understand but animals, magical or otherwise make sense so Rowan is delighted when he gets a message from the unicorns.
”It’s just like the fairy stories. Wicked witches and a locked away queen and secret weaknesses. And Prismeer is a place. A kingdom of some sort. And they know about Queen Zybilna.” Rowan says.
The he repeats everything he just heard from the unicorns to himself, though loud enough for the others to hear, so he hopefully won’t forget it all.
He pats the unicorns again.
”But do you know how to get to Prismeer?”
Mulligan blinks. A lot and quickly. This sudden shot of information from the unicorns was a lot to take in... And then Rowan adding to the input with what he presumably was told by his own mounts...
For Stitch and Nine:
There is a moment or two of blank sending - Mulligan just isn't sure what to say or ask at first. But then...
This Endelyn Moongrave, this Hourglass Coven, they are responsible for the thieves at the carnival? Why do Mr. Witch and Mr. Light allow this?
Even as he is "talking" the Stitch and Nine, Mulligan looks to Rowan, smiles, and gives him a nod to indicate that he heard and understood what he said.
For the Chat Line:
They tell me that an Endelyn Moongrave has what was stolen from me. She is the youngest of the three in the Hourglass Coven. They say her minions are stitched from darkness itself, and she sends the shadow of poor Gleam to snatch from the carnival’s guests.
Mulligan then sighs, rolls his eyes, and sends the same information the G'reginald the G'nome.
g'Reg listens, nods safely and thanks the unicorns. He listens to Rowan and Mulligan's recounting of their message but doesn't respond just yet, instead Greg approaches Diana once more and asks quietly, "hourglass?" Hoping that the not-centaur girl can at least nod her head in affirmative.
Barria's eyes go wide and she takes a tentative step back. She didn't know what she was expecting, but it wasn't this. What's with so many people talking in her head now? Wasn't that for her thoughts only? Then a frightful thought comes unbidden... can they read her thoughts too? She steals a glance at Mulligan as she considers the ramifications.
She swallows and concentrates on what the unicorn told her. "The Hourglass Coven? Yes, the middle sister, Bavlorna Blightstraw, seems to have what I lost. She gobbles up the troubles of those who come to her with urgent pleas. She crafts creepy critters in her own uncanny image and sends them here to pinch goodies." She realizes what she has said aloud and then looking to the others, "Who were all the theives? the frog, a pig faced girl and a shadow, right? Think she must look like a frog or a pig faced girl? Weird... And where is Hither? What a strange sounding place."
There is no further reply from the unicorns, who have apparently shared all the secrets that can be shared. Diana the girl/centaur indeed nods cautiously in reply to Greginald, then claps one hand over her mouth and turns away. Kettlesteam is nowhere to be seen. By this time, patrons are starting to migrate toward the Big Top - it is midnight, and the Extravaganza is due to begin!
The four co-investigators move with the crowd toward the Big Top, sharing what they have learned with one another. At the Big Top entrance, (for those who haven't seen them before) the posters of the current and past performers are clearly visible, including a pair of elven acrobats - one with a headdress in the shape of the sun, and the other like the moon - and with the caption of "Glister and Gleam, the Selenelion twins".
The four are ushered to adjoining seats only one row back from the front, and a hush falls over the crowd as the lights dim. A second later, a single spotlight again goes bright, focusing its illumination on a slender, elven figure sitting in a silver hoop, suspended high above the center ring by silk ropes. He wears a dazzling suit of diamond-pane mirrors and a pair of butterfly wings, and holds a scepter topped with the spinning vane.
Welcome, one and all, to this evening’s extravaganza! I am Mister Light. Prepare to be delighted!
(I've forced a narrative push forward, but feel free to interject if you wish, and I can modify as required...)
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Mulligan does not react in the slightest when Barria worries that he can read her thoughts. There is no deception, he just cannot read her thoughts so he has no clue that she has such a thought and thus cannot react to it. :)
To all:
Girl in a pig mask, a frog and a shadow, these are indeed the three thieves I was told of by Candlefoot. It was the girl in the pig mask I saw lead off a distraught man into a mirror to I could not even guess where.
Getting no more from the unicorns, and a bit disappointed they never really came to life, Mulligan is ready to share all he has learned with the others and head towards the Staff area. Alas, one he looks around a bit and sees everyone moving in the same direction - Towards the Big Top - he gives up the idea of confronting Mr. Witch and Mr. Light before the Extravaganza... Like the others, he allows himself to be moved forward by the crowd and towards the tent...
Rowan feels everything inside him bubbling up as the Extraganza begins. The colours, the sounds, the crowd - they were all equally amazing, exhilarating, and overwhelming.
When Mister Light makes an appearance, Rowan shouts over the din of the crowd to the others.
"That's the guy we're looking to talk to, right?" Rowan shouts. "We could talk to him now."
g'Reg takes the show in but does not seem amused, when Rowan proposes to go up and talk to the man in the middle of the performance, the old little g'Nome smiles mischievously and gets up to let the wood elf out of the seats and onto the performance floor, with a bit of a, 'be my guest' gesture.
Mulligan hears the Elf's idea and sees the Gnome only too eager to help it happen. Mulligan reaches out to put a restraining hand upon Rowan... but stops before his hand gets halfway there. There is a little mischievous Gnomey part inside of him who just wants to see what chaos will happen from them being interrupted mid-performance, but the true main reason he doesn't intervene is because he barely know's Rowan's name at this point and doesn't really see it as his place to be preventing him from doing anything that is not outright dangerous...
But yeah, he does wish he had some popcorn...
As Rowan is contemplating taking impulsive action, another spotlight illuminates the floor of the ring, and highlights another figure. This time it is a portly elf in a tweed suit and top hat. A lot less garrulous than his counterpart, he simply strolls out into the center, and with one hand tucked into a waistcoat pocket, in a clipped and concise voice he announces:
With that, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and all friends betwixt and between… Keep your eyes sharp, your wits about you, and your hearts open—our performers have traveled far and wide to earn your wonder. Now… let them.
The silver hoop lowers slowly as Mister Light glides down, as his mirrored suit catches the glow of the spotlights, scattering shards of light across the crowd like a thousand tiny fireworks. Touching the ground beside Mister Witch, he sweeps into a theatrical bow, then raises his scepter once more.
And remember, dear guests—every seat is the best seat in the house… if you dare to look closely enough. Now, let the marvels begin!
The show is starting...
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
"Oh, well now their both there," Rowan says.
Seeing g'Reggie move out of the way, Rowan takes that as confirmation that this is within the bounds of normal carnival behaviour and jumps out of his seat and heads down to the ring.
Rowan makes his way to the edge of the ring. The aspiring performer in him knows that you don't interrupt someone mid performance, but from what he can tell Mister Light and Mister Witch are about done their part. As soon as they move to exit the ring to let whomever or whatever take to the spotlight, Rown moves to intercept the two owners of the faire.
Barria walks with the rest, mulling over the words she received from the unicorn and what the others said as well. So much to ponder, and yet, so much to see. This carnival was both delighting her and overwhelming her. She moved into the big top with the rest of the group she now found herself with. As she sits down, she asks Rowan, "What happened to that birdlike man you were confronting earlier? It all happened so fast, I don't even remember what that whole thing was about?"
She turns to the wood elf, expecting his reply when she belatedly realizes he is actually no longer in his seat and is making his way down to the ring. Her eyes go wide and she looks to the other two, seeing that they obviously let him head down and she frowns slightly. She's about to go down and bring him back when she notices he is waiting at the edge. Maybe this will be alright....
The Big Top is laid out like a traditional single-ring circus, with tiered seating around the circumference, and with an opening at the entrance and another opposite leading backstage. Witch and Light move toward the back, and stand half in the shadows, flanking the curtains of the backstage exit, as the first act begins. It is a dazzling display of two groups of fire- and frost-breathing actors engaging in well-choreographed mock combat, while a troupe of faerie dragons with colourful streamers attached to their tails perform impressive feats of synchronised flying overhead.
Rowan has no eyes for any of this, but makes his way to the front of the spectator seating, just outside the ring, like a latecomer finding their seat, and circuits the perimeter until he is at the very edge of the bleachers, standing right in front of a slightly irritated audience member, and within an arms-reach of one of the owners...
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
g'Reg, having taken time before the show began to ritual cast find familiar once more, sends a weasel along with Rowan as the wood elf makes his way to the ringside. g'Reg is interested to see what happens but disinterested in being part of whatever repercussions may come to Rowan.
Rowan takes note of the irritated audience member but just shakes his head at them.
"Show's over there," Rowan says.
Then he notices the weasel, cocks his head to the side like a dog trying to understand then shrugs and says "Hi weasel."
Rowan then plants himself in front of Mister Light. Mister Witch looks far too much like the traveling merchants who would sometimes enter the valley back home looking for a new market. Mister Light on the other hand looks like a performer himself.
"Hi Mister Light. I'm Rowan. I originally came here to seek employment with your carnival. It's amazing with all of the music and lights and magic of it all." Rowan says then gestures to his lute. "This place has been inspiring and my playing has never been better. But while here strange things have happened. There's an angry kenku out there who can't talk to Queen Zybilna anymore. And some unicorns said she might be in trouble. But there are these witches too who are stealing things or sending someone to steal things or sending someones to steal things. I'm a bit unclear on that. But I've made some new friends. Well, maybe not friends. Though Barria seems friendly. She's a dwarf. I haven't met many of them. The other two, well, let's say I've made acquaintances."
Rowan takes a breath but quickly continues on.
"Anyway, these three have all had something stolen when they were at your carnival. It sounds like these witches stole whatever they lost and took them to some place called Prismeer. There was a lost hoe that sounded pretty important but for some reason they don't want the hoe back and only want who stole it. I'd think getting the hoe back would be more helpful to a farmer but maybe he has a new better one now. I'd hope you didn't know thieves were working your carnival. Do you have any idea how to find them? Or how to get to Prismeer? Or how to see if this Queen Zybilna is okay? Do you like the way Prismeer sounds? Prismeer. Prismeer."
Rowan stops finally, waiting for an answer. Though he does look back down at the weasel and smiles.