Bursting into a large open field was a particularly winded gnome. He scanned the area, alert of any signs of danger before his eyes settled upon the large carnival before him. The Witchlight Carnival. Upon seeing it memories long lost began to resurface as he buckled and knelt on the ground.

[color=f26522]“Can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop.”[/color] He repeatedly whispered to himself.

He looked around and it seemed like his only choice for respite at the moment was either the carnival or a disgruntled looking bugbear. The former seemed like the better choice. Miizel slowly stood up and made his way to the ticketing booth, eyes still darting around.

[color=f26522]“Uh, h-hello.”[/color] He said, his voice high pitched and whistle like. [color=f26522]“One ticket please.”[/color]