The Happy Mask Salesman eyed the girl's companions. The boy was familiar to him, though he couldn't quite place the face. He felt an odd pull of interest as he watched the group interact, but he didn't want to clue them in to his curiosity. He smiled once more and bowed low to the ground.
"Glad to see you at least won't be by yourself. I hope you feel better." He stood straight again and turned back into the alley.
Thoughts flitted through his head at lightning speed. Where did he know the boy from? The other person had been physically completely unrecognizable, though there was a bit of a pull there too. It was odd. The trio were strange to say the least and the very fact that they were apparently traveling together probably meant that something big was about to happen.
The ends of his smile curled upward just a little more, making the expression turn into a positively charged look of intrigue. This festival ought to be one remembered by all.