[center][h2][color=0072bc]Krik[/color][/h2][/center]

The trees were now barren, the tall wooden giants which littered the festival grounds within Edenhold no longer bared the rainbow assortment of leaves that clung to their branches earlier in the season. Children danced and chased each other around the plants, kicking up the dying bundles of leaf which covered the green ground. Smiles were on their faces, and laughter echoed in their voices. Krik regarded them with a glance, and a smile. The reptilian walked barefooted along the dirt road towards the festival. The temperature was still at a pleasant level, and the lizardfolk was happy. But soon winter would come, snow would cover the hills and forests, and Krik would need to continue his journeys into warmer land. 

For a cold blooded being such as him, winter did not sit well with his physiology. He had always found an ironic beauty in winter despite this, though having seen snow in person less times then he could count on his four clawed hand. The cloud white snow covering trees, blanketing them as if it was putting them into a long slumber until spring arrived. Sleeping silently until spring arrived, they awoke and bloomed beautifully. He would need to migrate soon, but at least he'd be able to enjoy the festival before then. As he strolled through the city, he caught some odd glances from the citizens. They were of curiosity and surprise, typical ones he received in his travels.

Krik had arrived just before the tournament was set to begin. Fighting and brawling was something he'd never do, or understand the entertainment in. But there were bound to be injuries and that's a reason for his arrival the festival. He wondered how well the city treated its less fortunate denizens, in his wandering he often encountered impoverished folk with injuries they could not afford to treat. He was here for those people too. In the area dedicated to various vendors from across Terra he had reserved a small stand for himself. A medical clinic, not flashy or elaborate but all that he needed when considering his magical abilities. 

As the lizard shaman moved through the festival grounds, his eyes continuously moved to the other vendors, noticing beastfolk from all across the land. Along with curious locals purchasing and browsing wares. Krik shifted to his own stand, moving behind it as he took his position to await any patients. Above him a sign hung which read his name, and his status as a doctor. Behind him was a small tent, in case any people in need of medical aid desired private care. He carefully leaned his wooden walking stick against one side of his stand, the small bundle of leaves from his homeland stirring gently in the breeze as he set it there. Then he waited, gently as always.