Faolan saw that the tent flap for the next attraction was still open, but it looked as though someone was shuffling around in front of it. When the pair drew closer, the Irishman noticed that it was an employee of the circus, seemingly, who was there to close up shop. Faolan, being as tall as he was, could just see past the man's shoulder as he moved to block their view and close the flap. He thought he glimpsed the outline of the bars of a cage, tucked into the back of the tent. So, it was a live snake they were showing off after all? He couldn't believe even this place could be so bold as to name the attraction "Son of the Serpent". He would have scoffed, except he noticed the strong smell of alcohol wafting from inside of the tent, and the direction of the cage specifically, along with faint traces of blood. There was also an earthy, almost moss-like smell, but it was very faint, overpowered by the odor of liquor. He wrinkled his nose in displeasure, squinting now to see a little more of just what was in there. He caught a glimpse of something long and pale, and maybe a few strands of very light hair and...fingers? Was it a person...?

Just as he was attempting to put this together, the flap closed in front of them to cut off his view. Something turned in his stomach and squeezed in his chest as the thought of what he was seeing struck him. Was it a human being in that cage...someone small and slight? No, he must have seen wrong. Lucien was right, maybe it was time for them to start looking into some spectacles for him.

He tried to ignore the heavily accented voice that spoke from the employee's mouth. He glanced down at Lucien, his brow furrowed, and heard voices from inside. He didn't understand German, so he had no idea what they were saying, but he could tell it was angry. The sound of the response was weak and...small and scared. The bad feeling in the pit of Faolan's stomach turned ever more violently as he realized that he may be right. But, before making a scene, he had to be sure.

As the man-in-charge, for this was how he presented himself, stepped out to greet them. Faolan made eye contact for a brief moment before letting his face split into a wide, almost goofy smile. [color=a36209]"Ah, c'mon there boss-man!"[/color] he said, too loudly and with a heavy Irish accent as he reached for the tent flap, [color=a36209]"Can't we get a private peep? Walked all the way here..."[/color] he pulled the tent flap back quickly, before either man could react, and got a full view of the spectacle within.

Immediately, the employee's hand went up and violently yanked Faolan's off of the canvas, just as the Irishman's goofy smile fell and turned sour. [b]"Halt! Said ve're clossed!"[/b]

He looked down at the man who held him and rage burned in his eyes. He'd let him remove his hand, for the sake of the gag, but he couldn't help this flash of fury as he realized what these two were concealing. After a second passed of the two men staring at each other, Faolan pulled away with no effort and held up both of his hands, palms forward, [color=a36209]"Aye, aye, no need to eat me 'ead off! I was just taking the piss."[/color] He looked down at Lucien, nodding toward the exit. [color=a36209]"These two aren't havin' the craic, let's go."[/color] Though his voice and expression remained mostly light-hearted, his eyes were hard and serious, and he knew Lucien would gather his meaning with one look.