[h3]Travis Ziegler[/h3]
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Travis walked down the street with an extra pep in his step, hands in the pockets of his jacket and humming a tune to himself. A big medal with two muscular arms clasping fists hung around his neck.

"Hm, what next?" His winnings--nothing spectacular, but enough to spend on the festivities--jingled in his pocket. "Of course! Ain't a carnival without carnie food!"

As he made his way through the bustling thoroughfare, however, he came across one of his guildmates. And the other man didn't look happy about something.

[@Sho Minazuki]"Yo, Vega!" he called out. "Quit scarin' the kids, man!" It was mostly a prod at the other mage, but at the same time Travis wondered what might be going on. Vega was a jerk, in his opinion, but surely even his attitude wouldn't be so sour on a day like today, right? "What's goin' on? Somebody piss in your cereal or somethin'?"