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Despite the majority of the destruction remaining attached to the castle, the further panic of the people had ruined what remained of the festivities. Scattered oranges litter the dirt and carts piled high with cakes are smashed into shapeless blobs beneath footprints. It seemed half the castle had escaped in the ensuing chaos that had reigned and a few more still run in haphazard directions. Half of the destruction barely registered to Alonso, determined as he is to find Manuel, but he notices groups of people stopping every now and then to aid others as he runs. He only pauses for a moment as he reaches the array of tents and tables that had once held the Spanish offerings before diving inside, hauling bits of wood and chairs out of the way as he calls for his son. There is a groan to his left and he scrambles to pull away the remnants of their comfortable lodgings, calling out. “Manuel? Are you in here?!”