When the time of the parade approached, West Clock Town's various merchant stalls seemed to be steadily losing customers in favor of gathering along the parade route. That suited Dillan just fine, since he had no intention of missing the parade. He wanted to see history in the making, his job be damned. He wasn't just at the carnival to sell things, even if his bosses insisted otherwise.

"All right, you lot," he addressed the group still at his stand. "I'm closing up shop for lunch. Go see the Ikana soldiers on parade! History and all that!" He paused awkwardly, then added, "Shoo!" The crowd dispersed, and he quickly packed up the weapons and trinkets that remained. The stand would be there when he got back, since it was reserved. He intended to do a little wandering after the parade ended, though. It wasn't going to call him back quite so soon.

He stuck a sign on the top of the counter that read "Food is good. You should get some." with a badly-drawn cartoon face with its tongue sticking out below the words. He emerged from behind the stand and hurried to South Clock Town, trying to find a spot where he could see the parade route.

The sea of heads was making line of sight really difficult to obtain. He'd need to get some higher ground, which had him digging in his satchel for one of his metal gauntlets. He attached the climbing claw to the gauntlet and to one of his boots, then ran a few quick steps up the side of a wooden wall. Right when he could no longer defy gravity, he slammed the claw into the wooden surface, sticking it in there so he could dangle. He dug the boot-claw into a spot lower down for added stability, perfectly content to watch the parade from there.