Allan strode through the festival, enjoying the wide berth people gave him due to the 10-foot-tall bear trailing just behind him. He spent awhile taking it all in, enjoying the sights, the sounds, the smells, the sensations of being in the city on a celebration day. Absently humming a popular ballad surprisingly tunefully, he beamed at everyone who caught his eye, wishing them a happy Coalition Day. He stopped at an open-air tavern and bought a round for everyone at the bar, toasting to the Coalition and its noble mission. When he finished his drink, he realized his bear was no longer near him. Frowning, he tossed a few coins on the bar for the barmaid and dismounted the bar stool to search for his friend. After a minute or so, he found the bear with his snout to the ground near a merchant stall.
"Lysander, no! Leave that alone!" Internal gears and machinery whirring and hissing, Allan snatched up a tube of some sort of cream that had opened after hitting the ground, which Lysander had been lapping at. It read "Bust Enhancement Cream". He continued to reprimand his bear, ignoring the stares and comments of onlookers. "You don't know what that will do to you. How many times to I have to tell you to keep your snout out of strange balms and elixirs?" Lysander snuffled at Allan, fixing him with a doleful gaze before licking him with his enormous tongue, smearing some unswallowed cream on Allan's face. He surreptitiously wiped it off, and scratched the bear behind his ears. "Be more careful next time, OK?" The bear rumbled at him sheepishly, and a hapless grin broke Allan's features. "You really are something else, buddy." Allan led the bear away from the stall and tossed two tubes' worth of coins to the terrified merchant, apologizing as he went. "It won't happen again, I promise." Under his breath, he muttered, "going to have to get a leash for that bear one of these days." Out loud, however, he said, "Why don't we find something to eat that's not kept in a tube?" Lysander whoofed in assent, and Allan found himself at a stand selling kabobs, ordering two for himself and six more for Lysander.