@DragonSong Somewhere in southern Connlaoth...Morthil was having the absolute time of his
life. This was the coolest circus he had ever seen, and he hadn't even entered it yet! Just from outside, the circus looked impressive.
Morthil had dressed casually, wearing a simple tan tunic, brown pants, and brown boots, complimented with a leather belt and his leather satchel.
He stopped at the entrance and dug around in his satchel, finally finding coin and handing it to the man collecting the coin for the circus.
"Pray tell, sir, which way is the main act? I've never been to a circus before," Morthil lied.
The man looked at him like he was insane.
"It's the big top. The giant tent."
"Oh, thank you, sir!" Morthil said and bowed low, then proceeded to walk past the big top, and dart behind a smaller tent. He had to be fast about this.
He grabbed the paper that had the strangely vague instructions on it, written in a cursive, fancy script.
"Find Viserian. He runs a circus called the 'Cirque du Fantasma' Any papers, lockets, or strange artifacts take, and bring them back." He shoved the paper back into his leather satchel, and hurriedly took it off.
As fast as he could, he shifted into his ginger cat form, his senses becoming sharper, and himself feeling much lighter.
His ears flattened against his head as he heard two people walking his direction, and managed to untangle himself from his now much too large clothes. In the process, he clumsily kicked them halfway under the tent flap, kicking the leather satchel over in the process, his incriminating piece of paper jostling loose from the satchel.
This was not going according to plan. He needed more time—but there wasn't any. He had to move fast. Find Viserian's tent. He darted between the two people, making his way deeper into the circus grounds, and nervously hoped they wouldn't suspect anything.
Grandiose music filtered from the big top as the show started.
Morthil had snooped through just about half of the tents on the grounds. He was exhausted, and had lost track of time. He spotted a tent that looked slightly nicer than the others, and padded inside. He jumped onto one of the tables, and promptly saw an inviting looking scarf lying on the table. It wouldn't hurt to have a nap...just really quick.
Morthil cautiously lied down on the scarf, looking towards the entrance of the tent one more time before curling up for a quick nap, his cat tail twitching aimlessly as he napped.
