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As Blaer, they were a completely different creature of the stage. Musician, bard, actor. Their own piece was in the works, to debut by summer’s end. Whenever the audience cheered after a performance, they took it all in, no sense of flustering or humility. Who could have a troubled soul when music and poetry filled the air?

A deep bow, peacocking at best, Blaer walked towards the edge of the stage. As he looked up, his eyes locked on an unsuspecting patron. A cocky smirk appeared on their lips.

“What can I do for you, love?”

Where: Fishmarket, southwest of Hierarch Square

The sorceress looked over each offering with a careful eye. Salmon, haddock, mullets. A fine catch for the upcoming solstice.

While the eternal fire had loosened their grip on the city for the celebration, Sahana still spotted a few temple guards around. She acted as nonchalant as possible while looking over a large fish. "How much?" She asked the fisherman before he gave her a truly outrageous price.

Sahana scoffed and walked away. She'll just have to catch her own salmon later. There was still an altar that needed to be set up. She hurried back to the mainland before getting blocked by a curious buyer. "I suggest waiting unless you absolutely need that crab right now, the prices are absolutely ridiculous" she warned.

Night enveloped Novigrad, the sky alive with bright stars and a moon half full. It was the most dangerous time to be caught unsuspecting, but Felix wasn't exactly the type to keep his wits about him. He was rather more the kind to simply walk with his head up, one foot in front of the other, and never dare to imagine the worst. Novigrad's busy streets were a far cry from Oxenfurt's, but still, it took more than the smell of the city to dampen his spirits.

This street, however, was calm at this time of night, much like the ones he was used to. There was only the figure of one person walking quite a way ahead of him, minding their own business he imagined. But as he took another step and felt the crunch of metal underfoot, he looked down to realise he had stumbled upon a coin purse. It must be the stranger's! He picked it up, tightening its string, and took off after them. "Hello!" He called, hailing their attention.

Who: open to everyone!

Apollo looked carefully over the table full of props. The summer solstice always brought about an air of frantic energy to the theater. Whether that be because of the celebration or because of the incoming heat, Apollo was never sure.

He can hear the other actors on stage finishing up a scene. The girl vowing her love to a boy of an enemy's house on a balcony, and the boy making himself known from the bushes.

He picked up a blunt prop knife out of boredom–one that could retract to show the illusion of being stabbed–and pushed it into his palm before pulling it away again. Apollo had a long break between his previous scene and his upcoming one.

A shadow caught the corner of his eyes. People really thought these outdoor performances gave them all the right to snoop back stage. "You can't be back here!" He said as loud as he could without interrupting the scene on stage.