Albrecht's mad dash slowed as he realized that the parade was indeed over, his chest heaving up and down in exhaustion and disappointment. Maybe there would be a closing parade after this, but one could never really be so sure. Approaching the workers, the warrior went for his usual tactic of time-killing. 

[b]"Hail, friends. Need an extra hand?"[/b]

He'd probably do it for free. The faster they set up, the sooner he got to enjoy everything, after all.