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[b][u]Morris: Big Top[/b][/u]

… A stampede? And he was supposed to use his skills to redirect the audience to the right exit? Under other circumstances it was a feasible idea, not to mention easy to accomplish, but in a site [b]that[/b] big? But wait, there’s more! Arson! That was the worst part. A tent like this was liable to burst up in flames and with the number of people inside, it was impossible not to acquire losses. All for what!?

“This is not a good plan! The casualties weigh far more than the gains and… and Madam Elisa said something shitty was going to happen to me! What if it all goes wrong because of my bad karma!?” Not to mention they were weaponless and… Oh, who the hell was this “Crispin” informant anyway!? “Ohhh, Maker’s flaming ass, I think my stomach hurts,” Lute groaned and slouched back against his seat, draping an arm over his eyes and making dry sobbing sounds as the fantastic performance below continued on. They were unarmed and possibly pitted against the circus’s private militia. The virtuoso knew for one that he wasn’t going near Abram and Pandu if a fight so much as started… Provided that he didn’t faint from expending all his energies to broadcast the safety instructions.

[i]‘Oh will you stop your whining!?’[/i] Delilah wasn’t having any of Lute’s self-deprecating crap and told the man to get his act together. Following her orders, he sat up and faced Aria, tuning down further the volume of the nearest people around while he surveyed the area. All right, there was an exit in the center of the tent, past the red aisle, while there were smaller ones on the left and the right. But holy mackerel, how was he going to reach the people on the furthest reaches of the tent!? “Delilah says you might have to cover me for this one, Aria,” He sighed, leaned back and then massaged his forehead, “sorry for being luggage.” When he reopened his eyes, Lute noticed that the illusionist was fiddling with her scarf the way she did when she was unsettled by something. “Oh geez, here I was being a selfish little pig, not realizing you’re nervous too! Well… Don’t worry about it, Aria! I have your back! My eyes are trained on the smallest lick of fire! You don’t have to panic about missing the cue while I’m here!” The Guilder nodded cheerfully and, true to his word, leaned forward and glared at the stage with a righteous vengeance (although he looked more like an amazed fan rather than a scout) while the crowd erupted in unabashed cheering.