Ssarak Dyreackthanose 

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Ssarak could not help but to smile as he breathed in the fresh air through the window beside him. At least on the surface, the land seemed to live up to the reputation it held. He would not want to stir up any debate by speaking his thoughts aloud, but he felt that he preferred it to the destination of his previous mission. This festival seemed like something he might actually enjoy far more than the parties he had attended in Djarkel. For one, his clothes were far more comfortable than the strange attire he had worn to fit in among the Djarkel nobility. Not to mention, it was much more bright and vibrant in color. The oranges and reds of his tunic stood out against his black scales. He had with him his blade, though it was currently in the form of a simple knife that any common person would carry as a tool. 

Also helpful was the fact that they were not really on an “assignment” at all. They had no tasks to perform, or objectives to complete. They merely needed to enjoy themselves in a way that reflected well upon the College. Just being present and avoiding causing trouble would suffice. 

[color=f7941d]”I would call myself excited, yes. It reminds me of my first time in Feldor.”[/color] Ssarak commented. [color=f7941d]”It might not have been as vibrant or colorful as this place, but to a young Esyire who had never seen more than a somewhat large collection of huts and small buildings, it could not have been more alive. Though, I cannot say I have been to a festival like this before. Does anyone have any ideas in mind for what they intend to do first?”[/color]