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[b][u]Phillis Circus: Big Top[/b][/u]

It was one amazing act after another, and the virtuoso found himself hoarse from cheering along with everyone else in the audience. Flying lions, acrobats tumbling through the air with pinpoint grace and finesse, not to mention attachable arms… The entire performance was awe-inspiring, if not a tiny bit terrifying. 

“So many fire puns. I’m guessing our guy’s next!” Lute shouted over the din created by the crowd cheering for that awe-inspiring performance the troupe just gave. The noise faded and then peaked again as Crispin was introduced, although unlike the lot of them cheering louts the two Guilders were locked and alert. Lute bristled as he contemplated on the weight of the task that lay before him. He had pushed away the sentiment earlier, but now that the atmosphere was ablaze in more ways than one, he was starting to feel the resentment creeping in again. He hated having to participate in a mission directive supplied by an untrustworthy informant, but most of all the widely destructive way it had to be executed…! A dark scowl fell over Lute’s face as the screaming erupted and he stood on his seat to scope the masses. 

Deep breath.

“Everyone, calm down. There are three exits, those who came from the middle area should head to the central one,” The cacophony in the area died for a mere second before Lute’s voice washed over the entirety of his box. It wasn’t a large area if you compared it to the rest, but it was all he could do with his current capabilities. The virtuoso moved over to the other aisles, carelessly weaving through seats as he directed the people up the right path. “Keep moving. Don’t rush. Everyone take care of their belongings, make sure you didn’t leave anything behind! Don’t crowd the pregnant women and the children, for Heaven’s sake!” Thanks to his abilities, the crowd in his area was far more easily dispatched than the other rabbles on both sides of the tent, although whenever he thought it was good enough to leave for the other areas somebody would panic and he would have to restart the process again. 

“People, don’t forget to keep moving after you’ve reached the exit! We have to keep making space for all the others who are trying to go out too!” The virtuoso turned around to see that a row of seats near the front were now ablaze. Running up towards the middle aisle was a young girl, no doubt separated from her parents by all the chaos coming on; keeping up the spiel all the time, he rushed over and carried the child on his shoulders and plowed through the stragglers.