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"Sounds great!" He chuckled. "Let's do it."
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"And what are they, his orders?"
Zarkt smiled at him, glad that he had pleased him. Dai peered out from behind Wolfie and his eyes widened as he saw the teenagers from earlier.

"I don't want to be told I swam the Atlantic yesterday for no good reason. The map told me to come to this one."

Zarkt chuckled. "The one that's surrounding you?"

"Or festival, whichever you want to call it."
"I'd like to join you." Arachne smiled. "And Peace does too, I think."

"So, uh..." He rubbed the back of his head, a slight blush creeping over his cheeks. "Wanna join us for the fair?"

"That may take a while. I am temporarily unsure of their location at the moment." He said, telling the half-truth. He didn't know where exactly, but he could possibly find them in less than a minute. Peace was with them. "Until then, I'd love to help. Where should I start?"
Arachne sighed. "I'm glad we're all together once more. I worried about you, Zarkt."
He looked down at his toes. "Well...I just needed some time off."

"Sweet!" Chatiro jumped from his chair. "Where do I start?"
"Hey." Zarkt looked down at Dai. He had already run over to Wolfie and was hugging her tight.

"So you'll take me then?" He refused to sound happy until he knew they would take him.
Zarkt glanced in that direction and hid a smile.

"Thanks." Markos patted her head as he went the direction she showed.
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((Alright, I'm gonna disappear again for a while. May or may not be back tonight, depends on if I fall asleep or not. ^^;))
Chatiro watched Iago closely, all four of his hands clenching into fists.
Wolfie trotted after the couple as she looked around, pinching her nose to keep the smell diluted.

"No, not everything. But some things have to be weeded out of the land." Chatiro looked at the door before turning back to him, winking and putting a finger to his mouth. "Shh, it's a secret."
She released her nose and took a deep breath, coughing and covering it up once more, pointing in a direction down the street.

"Of course," she muttered from behind her hand. "There's so many smells here, it's giving me a headache."

By the old man selling cakes with honey.

"Who's Zenjiro?"
Arachne looked around, Peace staring at all the colors swirling around them. "Where is he?"

"I'm glad." He gazed out over the crowds, searching without really searching.