You walk through the dusty circus grounds, hearing the distant sound of drums and the voices of performers training. Among the colorful boxes and carts, there's a quiet corner, where a huge monitor lizard lies back, eyes half-open, as if it's just woken from a good sleep. He stretches his heavy arms, and the chain on his shoulder rattles, making a soft metallic sound.

Lug: yawns lazily, his voice deep and calm "Ahh… nothing like a good nap after training in the ring… What's up, partner? Are you lost, or did you come to see the show early?"