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Of course, even in the middle of a weekday Kayla wasn't the only person wandering the festival - a whole host of individuals could be seen exploring the market. Not far from the food kiosks, a woman laughed cheerfully from a stall practically drowning in colourful flowers and smelling of several dozen spices at once, while the blue-haired young woman she was serving stood with a polite - if faintly embarrassed - smile as she pulled out her purse, glancing around as if looking for someone.

Happy barks could be heard from the slightly stubby form of a dog being walked by a man with arms completely covered with tattoos, whose wide grin and cheerful greetings to those he passed seemed to match his dog's enthusiastic friendliness. The occasional passerby seemed to have very little choice but to stop and oblige the canine's unrelenting quest for pets, but most of them seemed happy enough about the distraction.

Towards the edge of the festival, the stalls began to thin out, giving way to Drumvar's usual storefronts. In the alley beside Charlie's, the man himself stood, smoke rising into the air from the cigarette in his hand as he enjoyed a quick break after the lunchtime rush. In the cafe itself, a smartly-dressed man sat alone, looking over something or other on his laptop as the employees cleared the tables around him. Outside the festival's boundaries, it seemed life simply went on as always, the daily routine continuing in a way that wouldn't be shaken by the yearly arrival of a few stalls.