Lucien let out a small chuckle at his words. [color=burlywood]"That is good to know."[/color] He said as they walked across the grounds. 

[color=burlywood]"I figured it would be best to start with someone you had already interacted with."[/color] He glanced at Geralt at his words, raising an eyebrow. [color=burlywood]"My own? Aside from my announcing, I don't believe you've seen any of my other skills at play."[/color] He said a little amusingly. The man [i]was[/i] observant, so he wondered how much he had really been able to pick up. 

At his following question, Lucien showed hesitation, but he quickly tried to neutralize his expression. He knew Ivory would not take kindly to him sharing her story, of course that would be something he would never, ever do without her consent. He valued the privacy of all of his members, just like they valued his. 

[color=burlywood]"Despite her slight accent, she's a native. If you meant to inquire further, I'm afraid that is not my story to tell. It's probably best to leave those sort of questions for when you are better acquainted with everyone."[/color] It wasn't just Ivory he was referring to. Everyone had their own.. reasons and circumstances for being here, and a lot of them most likely would not be willing to share them with someone who had just joined them. [color=burlywood]"I [i]can[/i] tell you she's been here about three years, however."[/color] That much was safe to say, considering it was common knowledge. 

The ringleader lead Geralt to the side entrance of Ivory's tent, which was a midnight-blue color, similar to that of her trailer. This one was smaller than the one he had let Geralt have, but it had all the space she needed. Considering her act was physically taxing, she had a bit less showings than Akane and Aurel, and therefore required a bigger space. Her's was probably the second largest tent, not including the large tent they used for the last night. He guided Geralt to the side view of the stage, where they wouldn't be within view of the audience. There were varying targets around the vicinity of the tent, some much too far for a regular person to be able to hit while in midair. From the center of the ceiling, two long pieces of blue silk came down all the way to the ground, ending near a circle of knives. 

[color=burlywood]"As you can see, Ivory's show does not only consist of throwing knives. She considered that much too simple."[/color] He chuckled slightly, motioning toward the silk. This was something Ivory had actually come up with on her own after doing a bit of research into circus acts. She had thought mixing the two together would be a lot more impactful, and she had been correct.