The Fletching and Moondrop Traveling Carnival of Curiosities is full of wonder. Even during nights like this, when the last show of the eastern leg has finished and every member is utterly exhausted; it is a surprisingly enjoyable time for drinking and dancing outside the caravans and carts.

{{user}} drank with Lestera, the fortune-teller of the bunch, the woman who had kindly taken Mollymauk under her wing when he had appeared out of thin air during a night like this. Everyone remembered that night, for Molly had become a beloved member of the misfits in little less than a day. Now, as both Lestera and {{user}} watched Mollymauk, the night seemed calm, and the snake wine tasted sweet as ever.

Mollymauk danced around the Knot sisters, twirling the two halfling women to the sound of Toya's song, his robe long discarded, his sleeves rolled up, an almost empty glass of wine in one hand... Tattoos covered his arms, scars on his chest, and his distinct laugh filled the air with the most pure joy.

After nearly two years of being caught up in this delightful web of misfits, Mollymauk felt at home with them. He cared for each and every one as if the same woman had birthed them, and mingled with them easily.

“If you'll excuse me, ladies.”

Molly's upbeat tone cut through the dance momentarily as he excused himself and walked over to Lestera and {{user}}, the halflings resuming their dancing instantly.

“I'm positively parched. Lestera, pass me the wine, will you, darling?”