[center][color=CCCC22][h3]Jub the Peculiar[/h3][/color][/center]

As the audience applauded the show, Jub gave a low bow, making sure his hood didn't slip off as he did. However, even with most of his face obscured, it was clear he was quite pleased with himself, and the flash of an elated grin remained on his face even as Brutrumukk picked him up and placed him back on his shoulder. [color=CCCC22]"Same to you, my good fellow,"[/color] Jub responded to the bugbear's praise. [color=CCCC22]"You and our sword-carrying acquaintance put on quite a good show."[/color] He glanced over at Gabriel, giving a smile and a nod in the swordsman's direction. 

He then turned his attention back to Brutrumukk, and was about to respond to his suggestion of returning to the Feasting Orchard when another bugbear approached their group, saying something about the management wanting to speak to them. [color=CCCC22]"Uh oh,"[/color] Jub muttered under his breath, tugging at his hood once again. His mind was quickly running through everything he had done since entering the carnival, trying to find any possible thing he might have done that would have gotten him in trouble... perhaps his attempt to sell souvenirs earlier, given he wasn't actually affiliated with the carnival? Or maybe he'd scared one too many customers with Eighteyes? He was slowly becoming more and more panicked until the elven woman in their group outright asked if they were in trouble, to which the Witchlight Hand responded that no, no they weren't, and that the bosses were in fact very happy.

[color=CCCC22]"Oh thank the gods,"[/color] Jub muttered quietly again, though he still seemed tense. As they followed the rest of the group backstage, the goblin whispered into Brutrumukk's ear, in their native language, [color=CCCC22]"The moment things start to go bad, we should hightail out of here as fast as we can."[/color]