[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/KojrQFbvIPrNK/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=556B2F]The bridges are burning, the heat's on my face
Making the past an unreachable place
I know, this is the point of no return

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JsR85brXkQ][color=556B2F]- [I]"Point of No Return" by Starset[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park) - Front Gate --> Main Tent
[b][color=556B2F]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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	A tension pervaded Thalken as he was willingly escorted by armed guards into what felt like the lion's den to him. He had never before felt so hyperaware of his surroundings. Never before had he felt so vulnerable as he did now. His characteristic levelheadedness was most certainly being greatly tested just then. His dark eyes, which had dimmed in their intensity as his anxiety came to the forefront, glanced about. He took in quick glimpses of those around him, the squadrons of guards with their weapons at the ready and the musicians that followed along whilst playing a tune that seemed like it was leading him to his imminent death. It was all so unnerving, a feeling of which Thalken was not much accustomed to. 

	His gaze faced forward again, his jaw clenching with the effort of keeping his wits about him. Every survival instinct in him told him to run for the hills, not that he would get far. He took in a steadying breath as the main tent loomed ahead almost ominously. What or who would lie inside for him? What did fate have in store for him this night? So many questions, but as of yet no answers. He quickly took in the change of surroundings caused by entering the main tent. Instinctively he tried to mentally map out the place, looking for vantage points--and escape routes. 

	Thalken's gaze, and subsequently his attention, suddenly snapped back over to The Great Bazhooli as the man's voice rang out strong and clear. When his presence was announced to the whole of the crowd, he almost shrank back within himself, [I]almost[/I]. Instead of faltering, his whole body stiffened. Well, basically that was more or less his version of faltering. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. He didn't like everyone's attention being on him. No, he preferred to meld into the shadows where he would reamin unseen. Out of sight, out of mind, basically. With that in mind, it was almost a relief when the floor was given to another, a Master Zimmer.