Murro's days at the circus seem to draw on and on. Leaping through firey hoops on the back of his boar companion is as exhausting as it is stressful.

by the end of the day, Murro barely has to energy to do more than curl up beside his companion in his respective corner of the circus. The night air is cold but it's a refreshing change from the scolding heat of the fire.

As he lays there resting his head on the sleeping boar, he speaks softly.

"We'll leave here one day.. I promise."