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[b][u]Phillis Circus: Fortune Teller's[/b][/u]

“Owww, my knee!” Lute sobbed as Moira dragged him out from the tent. He seemed to have tripped over a broken unicycle and skidded a ways off from where he started. “Sorry, sorry!” The virtuoso added as they hurried from the crime scene, awkwardly attempting to bow while limping after his comrades. Apparently they had been spotted thanks to the noise he made. As if it wasn’t enough that their cover and allotted time for the mission was put at risk, he just had to create yet another ruckus!

“Siiiirrr!” He screeched and jumped after Eric, and entered the dark tent quite spectacularly with his flailing arms and high-pitched cry. The interior was quite small, and sparsely decorated save for the lone table in the center of the room. “Okay, where is he?” Lute sighed and stepped in, glancing at the walled off places further back where Eric might have went. He didn’t realize that there was a woman standing by the corner of the tent, her face covered by the same light blue cloth as her clothing. The virtuoso, despite having Delilah to call on in times like these, shrieked in surprise when he was exactly in front of the woman, jumping back and raising his arms in the air. 

“I’m sorry! I’m not trespassing! I-I’m just looking for someone!” Lute exclaimed before slowly lowering his hands, “er… Just how long have you been standing there, ma’am? Also, have you seen a man wearing a trench coat and… He’s kinda odd, just wafting about everwhere with this dazed look in his eyes.” The virtuoso found himself averting his gaze from the lady since he had nowhere else to look but her eyes, and he wasn’t one for eye to eye contact like that. He stared at the table instead.