Just as Geralt the Great had predicted, the turnout for this show was substantially higher than the previous one due to his quick thinking. Even with the free entry for children, the Magician was confident that their overall profit would be greater than Cirque D'étoiles could have hoped for. He knew that they owed every penny to him, but he was happy to take his cut and keep his mouth shut...for now. As long as Lucien's opinion of him stayed positive, he was happy to put on a show, both off and on stage.

After their meeting, he walked back to their respective trailers at Lucien's side, trying to tempt the Ringleader into another glass of wine. Unfortunately, Lucien declined, but Geralt showed no disappointment. He left the man with a smile, and returned to his trailer for the evening to retire.

Cora had retired as well, leaving with Akane to practice some more writing before bed. The girls had spent a good majority of the day before the shows writing Geralt's name onto the show-bills. This was a temporary fix until they could reach a town to print new ones. Despite the slight cramp in the mermaid's hand, she wanted to practice a little more, knowing that her writing was nowhere near as pretty as Akane's or as dainty as Illyana's. Despite the cramp in her hand, she was determined to one day find her own nice style of handwriting, but she wouldn't be able to without more practice.

Illyana had retired to her trailer as well, though her intention was to sleep. The little rest she had gotten over these past few days was finally catching up with her. Though, as she entered her space, she felt a twinge and knew to expect company in moments. She busied herself separating the show-bills she, Akane, and Cora had worked on into piles, setting aside Cora's for the time being. She had spent a lot of time on them, but unfortunately they were mostly illegible. Of course, Illy would never let Cora know that they did not use them, she would simply hide them until she had a chance to discard them where the mermaid would not see.

She felt Ivory's presence before the dhampir was able to knock, and allowed her entry into the trailer. Though the walls, tables, and dresser were piled with books, the front of the trailer was spotless. This was where she did her readings, and needed to make sure that patrons were under the illusion that she was cleanly and dramatic. The curtain that normally divided her workspace from her living space was open, so Ivory had a full view into the back of the trailer, which was an absolute mess.

[color=598527]"Evening."[/color] Illy said as she set the show-bills aside and turned toward her guest, wiping her hands on her skirt as she did so. After Ivory's comment, she raised her eyebrows and nodded. [color=598527]"Of course."[/color] She gestured to one of the chairs at the reading table and turned away for a moment. [color=598527]"Tea?"[/color] she asked, grabbing the kettle from the camp stove as it began to whistle.