MorrisThey finally left the Guild. Lute gave Amy and Marcus a wave before he closed the door behind him, then jogged up to the other members of the Pride. As they walked down the path he noticed that Trixie was still upset about some of their friends staying behind, and a wan smile crept up his face when she mused about the murky relationship between Amy and the⊠Phillis brothers, was it? âLetâs hope it didnât come to that. But yeah, if theyâre bad guys,â The virtuoso slammed his fist down on his open palm, âTheyâre in for a smackdown!â If and only if they were close to his body size, meaning no hulks like Bunnyface. Last time he tried to flip someone of that size he almost broke his back.
Lute hurriedly took the flyer before it flew away in the wind and raked his gaze through the contents. There was the elaborate handwriting, and the small designs on the edges of the paper looked like they were penned instead of printed. âThatâs a lot of work,â He muttered to himself while straightening out the wrinkles on the leaflet. Games, food stalls, the typical setup; there wasnât anything in here that said anything was out of the ordinary so he just handed it over to somebody else.
He barely caught on to Trixieâs whisper before a loud bellow broke out of Moira, startling the poor virtuoso so much that he- âOh sweet beans!â- tripped over a rock. No big deal, he didnât fall down, so he pretended that nothing happened and just turned around to see the deal.
Oh hey, itâs Tummy Rumble. He was still carrying his milkshake. âIs that allowed?â Lute asked, his eyes on the glass that the man held. Wasnât that a property of the, uh, bar? Anyway, Syed tried to diffuse the situation and there was nothing the virtuoso could add to it save for a friendly smile aimed towards the stranger.
Oh wait, maybe he was headed for their destination too?
âAre you going to the Phillis circus?â He inquired in a louder voice, although he wasnât sure if he was going to tell the guy to come with them or not. âUh, if you are, I bet itâs there around that corner! If you keep walking, that is,â He jerked his thumb towards a bend in the road that was purposely paved like that to steer clear of a large tree.