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Vespar Leviathan
Guest
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Victor smiled as hundreds upon hundreds of people began to flood the circus tent. He had hoped there would be more, but it was good all the same. Either way, this show would go without a hitch. He would make sure of it. After all, it would be their last in the town. They should make it the best show these people have ever seen. Looking down at his hands, he gave a large sigh. One hand, with a watch on the wrist, was telling him it was time to move on. And he knew it was, they had been spotted. The other hand was holding tightly onto a piece of paper, crinkling it.
Something one of the circus hands had given to him. He was grateful, of course, but it told him time was short. And that they needed to move, before they were caught. He poked his head into the tent. The people were receiving their snacks and beginning to take their seats. Victor smiled. Time to go check on the others. The show would start soon. He made his way to the worker's tents. What were they doing anyway?
Something one of the circus hands had given to him. He was grateful, of course, but it told him time was short. And that they needed to move, before they were caught. He poked his head into the tent. The people were receiving their snacks and beginning to take their seats. Victor smiled. Time to go check on the others. The show would start soon. He made his way to the worker's tents. What were they doing anyway?