[CENTER][h1][color=f49ac2]Welcome to the Witchlight Carnival![/color][/h1]

[color=82ca9d][h2]The Ticket Booth[/h2][/color][/CENTER]

When Miss Light mentions her source and taps at the hilt of her sword, Morgran and the rest of the caravaners gain a look of understanding. Morgran blinks when he notices that Miss Light freeze before she offers him a ticket. At first, he looks like he was going to refuse. But, Miss Light's words caused him to become still and actually consider it. A noticeable glint appeared in his eyes at the mention of fine blackberry wine. 

He takes the offered ticket and "Alright, Lass. Ya got me. Fine! I'll go with ya into this Witchlight Carnival," 

[hider=OOC]Miss Light's persuasion was a success, and now she has a member in her party! Morgran Fireforge!
Mountain Dwarf, Level 1 Barbarian, Guild Artisan (Smith's Tools)[/hider]

After accepting the ticket, Morgran turns to the rest of the caravaners and calls out, "Watch over the wares while we're gone, ya hear?! And don't git yerselves into trouble while I'm away either! Fleetfoot! You're takin' the lead while I'm away!" The frightened halfling answers Morgran's words in a quick and skittish voice and a salute, "Yessir!"  

The Elderly Goblin coughs to catch both Miss Light's and Morgran's attention. He pulls out two pairs of fabric butterfly wings. He speaks to them, "Please wear these while you are in the Carnival. They inform everyone that you are paying customers," 

It's clear that the Elderly Goblin explained because Morgran was about to ask why. He grumbles as he takes a pair of fabric wings and puts them on. He immediately gains a sour look on his face, and his shoulders slump as he realizes his butterfly wings are pink...

"I look re-godsdamned-diculous,"