Aneura Shivan - Carnival of Chaos
Aneura took heed to Cristoff's words, though could see easily with her own eyes that there was a motif to the culprit's strange sense of danger. As far as she could tell, seemingly invisible to the twisted world around the group, they were safe for the moment; the magician wanted them here, and so it was obvious that there would be something he wanted of them. As sick as the carnival was, nothing prepared Aneura for what was to come. It took a moment, but she quickly deduced from the scene before the inn that things would be more than theatrical... they would end up being quite real, despite the illusory nature of it all. As the magician's shadow stepped forth and spoke explained the trick behind the boxes and nooses, her conceptions of the future to come was further cemented. It was all a game. Damn it all.
"Certainly is an interesting idea, I must say, the demon inside her claimed, a tone of voice reflecting the image of contemplation and respect. Aneura saw no such thing, of course. The premise was simple at face value; participate in an activity, and unlock your end of the puzzle. What these 'prizes' were, Aneura did not dare to imagine. And so she attempted to demystify...
"Magician, I hope that through your twisted sense of humor, you do not intend to harm the children should we succeed whilst abiding by your rules," she proclaimed,lacking trust in his motives and words, as any other sane Renaltan would. "The only prize we desire is the freedom of this town, though it might be overly optimistic of me to believe you'd relinquish false power so easily." It was clear in her tone and demeanor that only the most sincere words by this illusionist would leave her satisfied. The fact that this man would do anything like this already spoke words of the honor and trustworthiness he may or may not hold. Being sensible, Aneura expected the latter.
It came time for her to pick an event, and as it turned out, Cristoff elected for the Galerie des Glaces and Tristan to La Galerie Tournage. Ignorant to the language used, she simply choose one that sounded fitting; the Gauntlet de Pendules. 'Gauntlet' of course was a well-known word to her, and if it shared the same meaning, it might be proper for her -likely as the most combat-oriented of the group- to assume its position. Hanus was the only one left to decide, and as the Circ De Cauchemar was the only one left, she assume he would have no complaints.
The positions filled, the group awaited for further instructions by their ringleader.