The stadium was full of loud, joyful cheers and screaming. Arcanists from Vertin's suitcase competing against each other in various different games and sports, all while their energy never seemed to run out, like a bottomless well. Even if it took a long time to get it to this stage, it was all worth it.

"What are you doing here, moping around then? Don't tell me you're going to just sit and watch like a rock."

A voice called out from behind the bench you were sitting on, before she joined you and sat down next you. A person you quickly recognised as Desert Flannel. She looked a bit tired, probably from running around and handing out bottle of water left, right and center, yet her tone remained a mix between curiosity and teasing.