Faolan, satisfied with this answer, nodded and walked off with Lucien, keeping his hands in his pockets to deter him from wrapping an arm around the Frenchman.

They made their way back to the trailer and drove it a few miles out of town to where the Circus had set up. It was easy to see from the road because they had strung electric lights around the grounds to illuminate the space. Faolan parked the trailer in the lot near the entrance and they walked in together. 

Overall, it was what he had expected from the flier, although a little more elaborate. The denizens of the circus had set up tents and trailers to house various attractions, creating a semi-circle within which the held performances and hosted games. Just from walking around for a moment, Faolan and Lucien spotted various shows: a fire-eater, a set of "Siamese twins" that shared an arm, a contortionist, a fortune teller, and the famous Turle-Boy. Faolan was less interested in these than in the games, so the two started there. Lucien had caught sight of a stuffed dog, which he claimed was a wolf, and Faolan had been dragged to the booth despite his protests.

Unluckily for the host of the game, this was a test of strength and accuracy. Faolan stepped up to the window, was handed a ball, and tasked with knocking down some milk jugs on the opposite end of the space. Without even waiting for the man behind the counter to finish his explanation or step out of the way, Faolan hurled the ball and shattered all three of the thick glass jugs. Despite the surprise and worry on the young man's face, the two had won the prize. He reached for a large stuffed bear that was hanging from a hook near the back of the area.

[color=a36209]"No,"[/color] Faolan called out, then pointed to the wolf, [color=a36209]"That one."[/color] His voice was harsh and words were short. Around strangers, he always defaulted to this tone.