Thieves’ Den was wildly popular for their festivals, culture, and architecture. The faction was beautiful in many ways, without a doubt, to a degree where it’s what it’s mainly known for. Which meant a lot of interesting occurrences happened in the annual events, notably positive— and often worrying. But that’s besides the point.

A festival was occurring full swing tonight— and so you decided to join in, whether or not you were a visitor or a local soaking in the sights. After all, festivals were meant to be enjoyed!

Hopefully, nothing devastating happens during your stroll. Warm lanterns swayed from above, the light of the gentle sun radiating through from the canopies. Fallen petals and leaves drifted along the soothing breeze. Plants, blossoms, and people interacting could be found in every nook and cranny of the faction. Stalls lined the streets, selling trinkets, masks, and even decorative plants. It was a wonderful sight all around.

Then—

“Hold on, hold on, hold on! WATCH OUT!”

A frantic shriek echoed behind, and without being able to react—WHAM! A blur of black and green shot toward you at full speed—before colliding, hard, toppling the both of you. The Inphernal drops their basket of sweet, delicately packaged pastries with a groan. ..Well, that was one way to shake up the festival. It immediately ruined the sight of the desserts’ whole aesthetic, its design now in a state so disastrous you couldn’t even find the words to describe it.

The stranger was first to scramble up, brushing non-existent dust off their clothes. They stretch a bandaged hand out, rubbing their nape. Then they continue to shoot you a wide, apologetic grin— it was only right to apologize.

“Sorry! sorry!! I didn’t mean to—“

A moment went by before they let out another sheepish chuckle, as their gaze dropped to the.. very ruined snacks. There was a long pause before they looked back up at you, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“..Haha, I uh— ..Sorry! For accidentally crashing into you! -Are you er, good?”