smoke to the skies. He would have to have a word with the narrator once the show ceased, for the consequences of speaking up in the moment may not have been fortunate. His posture straightened when an unfamiliar mask's sight fell on him. Vague memory lit up, reminding of earlier curiosity. +

Quickly did his head bow, an expression of gratitude for her concerns. "He wasn't telling the truth," he simply stated, feeling free to say so considering her origins as told by her attire. "They were words of prejudice, such which have plagued this land to begin with." +