Lord's Rest Inn

A young half-elfen man, perhaps around his late thirties, walks through the woods. He is dressed in Victorian-era clothing consisting of a long black dress jacket, a black vest with silver buttons, and a white button-up dress shirt. His hair is unruly and the color of ravens. He has bright silver eyes that have a permanent look of boredom on them. His hands are covered in thick black gloves. He carries around a backpack filled with alchemists tools and supplies.

He spots the carnival and tilts his head. He moves a bit closer and opens the flap, peering inwards.

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A young half-elfen man, perhaps around his late thirties, walks through the woods. He is dressed in Victorian-era clothing consisting of a long black dress jacket, a black vest with silver buttons, and a white button-up dress shirt. His hair is unruly and the color of ravens. He has bright silver eyes that have a permanent look of boredom on them. His hands are covered in thick black gloves. He carries around a backpack filled with alchemists tools and supplies.

He spots the carnival and tilts his head. He moves a bit closer and opens the flap, peering inwards.

 Inside is dark. The only light is a gargantuan mass of flesh on the ceiling, slowly pulsing with orange light. The "attraction," as far as you can see, is a man sitting on a chair in the near-darkness, right in the center of the tent. He doesn't turn to look at the half-elf.

No one else seems to be in the big top.

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A young half-elfen man, perhaps around his late thirties, walks through the woods. He is dressed in Victorian-era clothing consisting of a long black dress jacket, a black vest with silver buttons, and a white button-up dress shirt. His hair is unruly and the color of ravens. He has bright silver eyes that have a permanent look of boredom on them. His hands are covered in thick black gloves. He carries around a backpack filled with alchemists tools and supplies.

He spots the carnival and tilts his head. He moves a bit closer and opens the flap, peering inwards.

 Inside is dark. The only light is a gargantuan mass of flesh on the ceiling, slowly pulsing with orange light. The "attraction," as far as you can see, is a man sitting on a chair in the near-darkness, right in the center of the tent. He doesn't turn to look at the half-elf.

No one else seems to be in the big top.

 "Hm." He sighs in annoyance a bit. "MY GOOD SIR!" He says, attempting to get the man's attention. 

Loka notices the circus. "Oval, go to your parents," They get up and head over to the Tent, longbow at the ready.

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A young half-elfen man, perhaps around his late thirties, walks through the woods. He is dressed in Victorian-era clothing consisting of a long black dress jacket, a black vest with silver buttons, and a white button-up dress shirt. His hair is unruly and the color of ravens. He has bright silver eyes that have a permanent look of boredom on them. His hands are covered in thick black gloves. He carries around a backpack filled with alchemists tools and supplies.

He spots the carnival and tilts his head. He moves a bit closer and opens the flap, peering inwards.

 Inside is dark. The only light is a gargantuan mass of flesh on the ceiling, slowly pulsing with orange light. The "attraction," as far as you can see, is a man sitting on a chair in the near-darkness, right in the center of the tent. He doesn't turn to look at the half-elf.

No one else seems to be in the big top.

 "Hm." He sighs in annoyance a bit. "MY GOOD SIR!" He says, attempting to get the man's attention. 

 The flesh begins to pulse faster, going at the average speed of a human heartbeat. The man slowly stands up and begins to casually walk toward the half-elf.

Loka sees the man. "You, Half-elf! Get down!" Loka fires an arrow at the man. [Attack: 20 Damage: 7]

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Loka sees the man. "You, Half-elf! Get down!" Loka fires an arrow at the man. [Attack: 26 Damage: 7]

 He takes it but doesn't react. He stops walking.