"A carnival?", somehow, the smell of rotting swamp cabbage made the idea of a carnival seem absolutely absurd. Something about it seemed especially offputting, and it tickled Amelie's nose for trouble something fierce. "No good will come of this", she grumped mentally, perhaps as much from the gift of headpain from last night's wine as the scenario, but still her intuition about such things were usually good, too good. Still...this was just the sort of thing her brother Liam loved as a child, and it was the sort of ridiculous diversion that he always seemed drawn too. A carnival was a opportune location to pick up her brother's trail once again. Misgivings aside, this was a chance that had to be explored.

"Two crowns seems a bit steep indeed, but I am wont to see what the Unknown holds for us."