Odd was backstage once again after the show, only this time in the presence of the rest of the acrobatic group of the circus. They often rehearsed various routines, but the first performance of the day was the real first work out. This one had only one mistake done by another, which was played off easily enough by stumbling and rolling into a simple routine, all Odd did was take on odd flexibilities and end his portion of the show by folding himself into a suitcase.

Backstage again…like any who drums their fingers on the surface of a table top in their idleness, the contortionist spun the dial of the combination lock with his thumb. There really couldn't be much to do other than prepare for to also preform for the next show, or to do his own thing…acrobats were always much better working in groups, anyways.

Taking his leave of the group, Odd didn’t take a moment to glance up at the sky, and hurried along as quickly as any as if the sky was pouring down heavy rain. Hurrying along, weaving through a small group of visitors, and around a chest newly placed beside a spare tent, and strode purposefully into the intended tent. As there are no doors to close tents, Odd could only raise a hand up in a fluid motion, pulling the tied cloths and let the tent flaps fall closed. The only light in no longer sun lit tent made the room seem…no, not ominous, rather…mystical.

Standing up with a measure of tall, proud posture...or as much ‘tall’ as he could muster, Odd stood and faced Caius, the corning of his mouth quirking into a bit of a smirk, “You couldn't possibly have been expecting anyone other than me, were you?” With this quip obviously jabbing at the man’s role of Fortune Teller, “Now, I leave the easier question for you to answer…?”