Connor had started his day early as he always did. Instead of working in his shop he was setting up a booth for the festival, his mini wooden sculptures were often in high demand at the festivals. He'd hand engraved his business name onto the sign for his stall, showing off more of his artistic ability. A lot of his work was mending fences or other broken structures at the local farms but he was really talented at making children's toys and other things. 

He had made some mini wooden sculptures in anticipation of the festival but now he was doing what he truly enjoyed. He was wearing a pale blue shirt and jeans with heavy work boots, sitting at his booth with his chisel set laid out neatly in front of him. He took a block of wood and looked around, finally picking an unwitting model he patiently shaved off bits of the wood as he made a life like representation of the villager he was observing. He finished it and started to work on another, he would do this throughout the festival, catching villagers in various acts and memorializing it forever in his wood carvings.