Festivals in Sindria were always full of life. The lanterns and lamps flickered with warm flames as children ran around the festival grounds, laughter and joy dancing through the air as people bought food as the drummers and singers worked together to set the stage for dancers. With you at the center of the formation, it was bound to be a good. King Sinbad’s favorite dancer, his preferred spectacle. The king’s eyes followed you as you as the music started. Gods know you could not disappoint.