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[CENTER][color=Black][b][i]'Prepare thy self; thy journey’s end draweth nigh.'[/i][/b][/color][/CENTER]
Even after all this time, Miss Light just couldn't get used to the feeling of Arkerym's voice reverberating uncomfortably within her mind. But the news he bore this time did much to distract her from the feeling. Moving from the spot within the barrel-topped wagon she had been sitting in for some time now, Miss Light peered out of the opening up front with an inquisitive pose and saw that the caravan was moving up a hill. And from somewhere behind that hill, the sound of joyous music could be heard. Though her face bore a neutral expression the whole time, every other fiber of Miss Light's being radiated an excited sort of eagerness as the caravan neared the hilltop. An excitement that turned to pure wonder when they finally crested the hill and beheld what lay on the other side. [color=Red]"It's here."[/color] Came an awestruck whisper from the half-elf. [color=Green]"It's really here... The Witchlight Carnival"[/color]

[CENTER][color=Black][b][i]'It is in sooth, even as I did promise. And within its bounds shalt thou finde thy father, even as I afore did vow.'[/i][/b][/color][/CENTER]
Miss Light was silent for a time after that as the caravan descended upon the carnival. She had become lost in her thoughts. Thoughts about Mister Light, the father she would soon meet. Musings about what he would be like. Hopes that he would accept her as her own mother had. Fears that he would reject her as the rest of her family had. Miss Light was eventually pulled from her thoughts by the sound of shouting.

The caravan had stopped next to the carnival and some of her traveling companions had stepped off to investigate. Chief among them was one Morgran Fireforge, who was ranting and roaring and making threats to the elderly goblin working the ticket booth. To one who didn't know the dwarf, one might think him cruel and angry. Looking only to cause distress and ruin the joy of others for his own spiteful pleasure. But over the course of their travels together, Miss Light and Morgran had come to know each other better over drinks. To the point that each had felt comfortable revealing their tragic tale to the other. And so the half-elf knew that the dwarf's fury came not from malice, but rather from a desire to ensure what happened to his parents didn't happen to anyone else he cared about.

"You got some nerve! Perhaps we oughta report you to the knights once we reach the city!"

As angry as he was though, Morgran was liable to do more harm than good at this rate. And so, after taking a moment to cover her clown garb with one of her hooded cloaks, Miss Light climbed out of the wagon and moved to intervene before the tension in the air caused someone to do something foolish. [color=Yellow]"Calm yourself, Morgran. Getting angry isn't going to solve anything."[/color] The half-elf appealed to the dwarf as she closed to speaking distance and absentmindedly struck a placating pose. [color=Blue]"I've heard stories of the Witchlight Carnival. They enjoy the protection of a powerful fey queen. Her magic makes this place look unremarkable. We are safer here than it first may seem."[/color]