[center][h1]Prologue:[/h1]
[h2]~~[b]Nifty Nonsense in Newjinsland![/b]~~[/h2]
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[h3]Newjinsland Central Square[/h3]
[sub]Several minutes before the Royal carnival[/sub][/center]

	Ah yes, the quaint town of Newjinsland! Home to many different types of people, hustling and bustling through the dirt roads as they prepare for the passing carnival with great haste! Mundane humans left and right, exchanging greetings and wishes of luck for the upcoming pie-eating competition, Mages congregating in privacy as they muse over the joyous nature of this little town, and very short... Round people in armor? They'd apparently been part of the forces that made up Yeven's Royal guard, but they were so short, standing only 2 feet tall, and very...  Round! Well, they were there to help set up the carnival, so maybe these little people were just a cheaper source of labor for the king! Good help is hard to find nowadays, after all.

	Now where was the Carnival's host? Nearly everyone was prepared to witness his speech in the central square to kick of the festivities! It was practically a mob! Well, minus the torches, pitchforks, and general unpleasantness that accompanied such a thing. 

	The stage was set near the edge of the main plaza, but the curtain was still down. The little round men who were helping set up were lined up across the stage, but they didn't seem to be doing much, aside from mumbling to one another while peering at the crowd curiously with their beady yellow eyes, which seemed to glow from behind the darkness of their little helmets.

	They seemed like swell fellas!