A foreman from the fleet of airships had been storming around the fairgrounds, collecting a few of the crewmen who'd rather carouse than finish offloading. They couldn't be entirely blamed, however, as the crew of the 'Feldraeiser' were quickly beset with what whispers spoke of: a haunting.
Soon after leaving port in Ispar, workers had begun hearing strange noises from the lower decks. Originally thought to be an issue with the pumps, maintenance promptly responded though hadn't found anything wrong. It would not be until that night when the 'noise' was heard again. It was described as soft and melodic, like singing, but when security nearly tore the cargo hold apart while looking for stowaways, there wasn't a single trace to be found. The crew had been on edge for the rest of the voyage, especially since the noises never stopped for too long unless someone was [i]in[/i] the hold.
It was a solid idea, security drew straws and worked out a rotation to patrol their own ship, and the noises stopped. Unfortunately, for efficiency reasons because of the crew's demand for proper rest in the five day journey often left only a single armed and armored sailor to wait in the silence. "Even time vould hold eits breath, sittink zehr in zee dim lights, knowink vahtever eit iz you're lookink for...vell...you knew eit vahs vahtchink you. Vhy else vould eit be so quiet?" recounted a hunched sailor over her drink which they intended to lay low for long enough to finish, in spite of the foreman who sifted through the crowd of other (sea...sky-men?) before giving up.
It was just last night that the watch broke, the young man left in the hold having reportedly been 'just sitting for a bit' during their shift when they 'suddenly realized' they were hearing the singing again coming from sounded like right next to them. He damn near woke up the whole boat, tearing out of the hold like something desperately fast trying to escape something they--

The arguably meta simile dragged on in that narration while dock workers offloaded the airships that had flown in to supply festivities and people to enjoy such festivities, alike. Among the ships in drydock was an older craft of typical human design, 'Feldraeiser' embossed on a large metal plate on either side's supplementary hull armor. Ex military, its armored ammo storages now servicing as a vault for valuable cargo which crates were retrieved from and stacked on the walkways to be later delivered.

A crate marked to contain Isparian silks and tapestries was the last to be stacked, the crew moving on to the next ship just in time to turn away from the lid of the crate lifting corner by corner. Creaking open, Kaite stood with the lid, conspicuously looking around before stepping out and reaching back in for a moment to withdraw his hat. Easing the lid back on for the nail-holes to even line up, the evidence of his involvement was erased.

First, he walked, merely to create distance and increase coverable ground while 'looking', but there was so much to look at.
People with foods all of a similar nature but varying enough for styles to be unique, their variations made it impossible to discern the 'right' way save for adhering to the baseline themes. With so much attention being given to the culinary confection of the convention, Kaite made a mental note to uncover a common recipe for future replication. For the time being, there was business to take care of like find out where he even was. Two birds with one stone, he approached the collection of stalls to search for an unoccupied tender. A mounting troublesome task, given the nature of the event.

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Started looking --> Reported death of The Lord --> [i][color=gray][s]Attempted appeal --> Attempted evasion of apprehension --> [Content suppressed] --> Obstacle neutralized --> Obstacle neutralized --> Obstacle neutralized --> [color=black]{Content corrupted}[/color] --> [Content suppressed] --> Potential obstacle neutralized --> Clean --> Did right --> Did right.[/s][/color][/i]
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Abandoned reporting death of The Lord --> Evaded detection --> Travel secured --> Fled Ispar.

Sang for the crew --> Did right.

Ascertain location -->

Discern nature of odd food -->[/hider]