It was strange that the girl had gotten hit by her own rock. She didn't seem to be taking it well, leaving the rock on the ground where it had fallen and keeping her face covered. Ekra picked the rock back up, figuring she might want it back once everything stopped hurting. The next words...

[i]"The Hell're you? Ack, wait, no! Don't answer. You'll do that thing again."[/i] Ekra tilted her head, already a fresh multitude of questions running through her mind.

"What thing? I wasn't doing anything that weird. Didn't think so, anyways." She reached into her bag and pulled out a puppet. Well, partially: the top half was visible, the lower half remaining in the bag. "Did you see anything?" The puppet seemed to shake its head without any help from Ekra. "Yeah, me neither." And back the puppet slid into the bag, its presence no longer needed. "But anyways, I can tell you, but you gotta keep it a secret. Some adults don't really like it when I'm around. He does-" She gestured to the blacksmith. "-though he's also really nice." By the time they'd reached the circle, she realized she recognized one of them - the so-called 'entertainer' who was already grousing at someone else. Her train of thought briefly derailed. "Aw, him? He's mean and probably a liar." She sniffed. "And smells." Then....well, apparently he thought bats and moths were the same thing. And...wait. She looked around. Ok, she swore she heard an 's' on the end so the girl and....well, she was the only other particularly short one here. She looked to the girl. "Well, still getting your answer, just a sec." She pulled the hood down and jumped onto the nearest gravestone to give herself a bit more height before unmasking. Granted, it certainly was strange to see a skull kid outside of the Lost Woods, and even fewer skull kids frowned, but any intimidation was lost by the simple fact of her size. 

"Mister, I was probably a walking corpse even before you were born so stop being a- a- a meanie know-it-all!" Not a very effective insult, especially with her rather, well, girly voice. Slightly more disturbing was the casual tone for her next words. "Ok, so-" She faced Angus, pointing to Maryev "-if he's not the thing we're here to kill-" She then turned to Veitaru, pointing at Cain. "-and he's not the thing we're here to kill-" Now, she threw her hands skyward. "-then why are we all gathered here at the Festival? Where's the thing we're gonna have to kill if it's not here?"