[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/8S99FsX.jpg[/img][color=3d5a88][h2] Osiris Pendragon[/h2][/color]
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The activities of the fair were in full effect. The aroma of freshly baked pastries getting caught on the breezes "Fresh buns. Get yourself a nice, hot cinnamon bun." A baker shouted to the people walking past. A few people bought themselves a bun. In the queue was a young man named Osiris Pendragon. The baker handed him a cinnamon roll, with a smile. In return for the tasty food, Osiris gave the baker enough money to pay for it. [color=3d5a88]"Thank you."[/color] he says. "Enjoy your roll and come again." The baker said with a smile. Osiris weaved his way through the crowd, he tore a piece of the cinnamon roll to eat. It was tasty, really tasty. He was almost tempted to go back for a second one, but refrained from doing so.

While walking, finishing his roll. He rubbed his hands to get the cinnamon and powdered sugar off his hands. He went past a series of dancers and performers who seem to be part of this festive event. They were graceful, happy and pleasant. Giving Osiris little smiles as well as a flirtatious wave. Around him a fine of nobles, commoners and performers blended together. To him this was the best time to have fun and mingle. 

Stepping out of the crowd for a moment to sit for a moment. He looks on at the people going by, listening to the sounds, looking at the sights. All the banners and colourful wonders here. Everyone was happy and smiling. He broke into a smile himself, remembering the times that his family went to these fairs all the time when he was a small boy. [color=3d5a88]I haven't seen my family in so long. Perhaps I should visit them one time. To surprise them[/color]. Not wanting to feel too sad he jumped back to his feet again, wanting to explore more of what this fair had to offer. [/center]