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Okami couldnt help to silently agree with Beige. Why was she with them if she don't know anything? Not that she could say anything; she knew very little, but at least she had a reason. At the very least, she could bring back stories to share with the pups when she returned home.

The whole spiel about the Gods and becoming a "Demi-God" of sense sounded dumb. Just another way to drive divisions into people. But she remained quiet, simply listening.

Pressing faer thin lips together, tusks pressing indents into the skin, Blithe steepled faer fingers before faer mouth. So this was fun. Fae couldn't blame Chester for attempting to keep the peace, but fae could also sympathize with the small Harengon passenger for wanting off the wagon. The dragonborn though, Blithe couldn't help but bite faer tongue when he emphasized that everyone would be participating in the petty charade created by a uncaring creator. Fae could understand such rationale behind this but it still left an uncomfortably familiar aftertaste on the tongue, something only vaguely alleviated by the hasty correction to some.

But all that in the end was completely blown out of the water as Beige pierced through the heart of the matter. Why exactly was Liza here if she knew so little about the biggest event of the year? Everything hinged on this one season, where gratitude however deserving would be given and merriment would be had. Even those who held the gods in contempt planned their year around such a time, much to Blithes chagrin, but the importance of the Festival could not be downplayed at all. For if one were to live on these lands, it was almost impossible to escape the festivities.

Sharp eyes observed the other residents of the carriage as such a question was posed. In particular, fae kept an eye on the blond human who had previously began day drinking out in the open. Fae couldn't quite put a finger on it, but there was something familiar about him though the millions of stories fae had come across during faer travels tended to blend together at times

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"Ho.. an adventure group? Little dragonborn whether the urge to adventure is in your blood or not, ya sure have some big ideas"

Alice gave him a crooked smile, his eyes didn't miss the way everyone—well mainly everyone in the shabby carriage was roughly pumped up by the grand idea of an adventure with the bright hopes of becoming a demigods, or just to even be recognized by the gods in general.

"Say.. do y'all need a medic by chance?"

They say drinking all day long is bad for the health, so why not? These folks are amusing and quite excitable. Whether they serve as genuine adventurers or entertainments, both serve no consequences to him! Alice gave Oceiros a playful wink as he let out an offer, using his face card to the fullest. After all, medics, especially the class of a priest are rare within the world.

"Think about folks, most of y'all" sweeping his gaze around the whole group, his smiling eyes pausing at the faer's face a tad bit longer. "–prioritize and excell in your offensive abilities. But think about it" he paused for suspense as he urged them. "...what if you were injured? What if your bones were on the verge of falling off? Who is there to save you except for a medic? And just so you like it, there just so happens to be a medic right in front ya!". He points to himself with a bright blinding smile. He doesn't mention the fact that the probability of your bones falling off in a actual battle were slim. Alice was practically radiating his 'kindness'

This was how he landed a job as a fraudster priest of the previous temple before he was kicked out. Through his face. (Of course, his skills too–but that's later)

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"It...it just looked interesting, that's all." Slowly, she sat down.

"Sorry about the wagon", she addressed Chester directly. You could tell she meant it, even though she didn't show it much with her body language, clutching her sword against her chest. It was cramped in the wagon, and she could slowly feel the walls closing in, even though she knew that couldn't be.

"I guess you could say I'm travelling for family reasons?" That part was true. Her late sister had wanted to attend the festival that year, only to be involved in a tragedy just 3 months before.

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Beige rubs his arm slowly, uncomfortably. Their gaze slid to Alice and lingered there, but it was clear that the undead boy was uncomfortable. "Beige... is no good fighting. But Beige is okay utility..." It murmurs, shifting in its seat as it thinks of its next words, feeling stunned under the strength of Alice's sweeping gaze, as if the sun was burning through his thick, tough skin. "Mr Wickerman, you're a healer? Healing... good." He finally finished, unable to force a smile back. He appeared to be weighed down by their own introversion.

The undead boy then looked up towards Liza, and their expression morphed. "Just... interesting?" His face screwed up like a raisin, looking rough like leather. "Lots of money for... 'just interesting'. How does Miss Fish not know about the festival's blessing?" Beige almost looked offended, scratching at his stitches and keeping their gaze fixed on Liza, their amber eyes looking especially misty.

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Shifting to rest faer chin on fidgeting hands, Blithe smiled humorously at the suggestion that fae could fill in a spot in an adventuring party. What a silly idea. Honestly, fae was getting much too old to even be part of a travelling circus, the amount of excitement needed for them couldn't be bore with aching knees and unsteady legs. An adventure would certainly be too much excitement for a fragile heart to witness. Just as the kindly carriage driver said, it was too late for some to chase after pipe dreams.

But really, it was just as fae thought. The blond human seemed familiar, not of face but of deed. Blithe couldn't quite place a finger on it but it didn't matter all that much if none of faer well honed instincts were ringing any alarms. It was just going to be another thing that would endlessly bug Blithe until fae forgot about it all over again in a few days. Just like this carriage of quirky travellers shoved shoulder to shoulder by chance

Clapping their hands together to draw the attention of everyone, Blithe stretched out a warm smile, tilting faer head in suggestion. "Well there be some parts that don't be too spun 'bout higher planes, best not ta dig too deep 'nto stranger's hearts, nay? We all be entitled to a mystery or ten." Fae smoothed out, attempting to pave over any unease that lingered within the cart. Perhaps being placated by a wide fanged smile wasn't quite the most reassuring thing to see but the rhythmic flow of Blithe's words at least got others to hear faer out. "Chester, sir, if ye be willin and trust'n of a stranger to do so, prithe' we take a look on th' waggon once we make detestation? We be familiar w' repain' carts, 'tis be a quick one no frettn'. Payn' dues if ye be more inclined."

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Liza breathed a sigh of relief as one of the passengers drew attention away from her. She was sure that they were all... nice creatures, although it was a bit disconcerting for them all to be focused on her. She decided to attempt and keep to herself more, relaxing a bit as the tension died down.

She understood that the festival had been important for many years, although now she didn't feel as nervous; almost as if she was filled with... excitement?. That couldn't be right. It had been so long since she had felt this, although it was a welcome feeling.

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Beige didn't visually react much, beyond shrinking back to their seat and returning to their neutral, gooey expression. The boy's hands returned to his lap, and he almost sighed, but bit it back through his sharp teeth. Beige couldn't help but feel a deep throb of pain from their throat as Liza's attention was averted -- it could not imagine anyone not knowing about the festival. It's gaze flickered as it heard the faint sigh from across the cart, but Beige remained quiet.

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