A travelling circus. Carried on a fleet of ships, going country to country, dock to dock, venue to venue. An event many flock to. Tonight's main attraction: "Nikolai", a Northern siren caught on a small fishing boat, now in a tub to stare and gawk at. Yet something was off. The siren's grin wasn't there, nor was it's energetic and quick movements. Its tail could barely move. It was... Tired, occasionally waving and cracking a smile but barely managing any tricks.