#trappedevent

Wyatt dropped his dduffle on the side of the strret and looked around the once familiar town, “Of course I had to come home to one of these crazy things.”

“I once impersonated a Norwegian princess for 6 years ,” Erika reminisced, fixing her long, neatly curled hair that rested against the green velvet of her dress, “In the old Audunborg castle before it fell to the ground in ruins… quite the nasty battle, they say it was.” She giggled.

Faxs felt a bit silly in his costume but at least his curls came in handy and covered his face so maybe no one would recognize him. It was his job to be here. He walked through the crowds looking for the food. “Have you seen the food carts?”

“Yeah, I’m just here for the drinks so unless you want limbs to meet brick, I suggest you leave me to it.”