[color=f26522]“Description? What do you-”[/color] Before Miizel could finish his attention was brought to the people behind him when the goblin managing the ticket booth called for the people behind him. Two humans, an elf, and weird looking gno-ope not a gnome. He was a gnome and he knew what they looked like. Then again he was far from his home so it could be a different subrace.

The goblin then mentioned that someone had already paid for their tickets throwing Miizel into further confusion. Someone or something had been expecting him, no, them. He suddenly recalled visiting a carnival when he was younger but there’s no way it was the same one right? After all he’s was over 100 years old.

He cast a glance at the place he emerged from. [i]Thankfully still nothing. Might as well accept this, I was planning on going in anyway.[/i]

[color=f26522]“Thank you and to whoever paid for me.”[/color] He said, taking the tickets and choosing the yellow butterfly wings.[color=f26522] “You mentioned the tickets were only valid for 8 attractions. How many are there in total?”[/color]