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No, I just want to be sure. I'm not sure how to role-play the details myself.

I'm the same, because I'm not an expert in circus performances, and I had to frantically Google things in some places while writing the game-related posts 😅

After discussing further details of her performance with Beata, Alaria returned to practice. According to the circus performer, she was on the right track, but "moving" was the key word here. She shouldn't stop and should, at the very least, refine her movements, work on her technique, and bring it as close to perfection as the limited time allowed. At the same time, she would put on a show for some of the other Carneol spectators who had missed the first half of the rehearsal. Because during the actual performance, they would probably be busy with something else.

An additional reason for such diligence was the assembled team, almost every member of which, with the exception of Laikos, had extensive performance experience. She, on the other hand, was an amateur, even if a promising one. More was expected of her. And it would be foolish to deny that she harbored the ambition to put on such a beautiful and unforgettable performance for the residents of Margel that they would remember it for many years to come. To help them create a pleasant memory that would warm them in difficult times. In such dark times, people like her should shine even brighter. Like a bright flame, dispelling the darkness that had gathered around Welfern.

In addition, it was pleasant to combine her existing skills and natural inclinations into something new and sublime. To express her creative nature, which was constantly striving to break free. To apply the fruits of her long and diligent sword training for purely creative purposes. And to show off the results of her self-reflection and connection with the fiery element, which even the members of Carneol could not always admire in ordinary circumstances. There was no time for this in battle, and she usually practiced at home, and her culinary feats were hardly as spectacular for an outside observer. So, in many respects, the planned performance corresponded to one of the main ideas of art – it was a form of self-expression for the Tanarian.

Example of practicing movements

Of course, Alaria also did not intend to limit herself to things she had tried before, sometimes practicing other spectacular movements to achieve an even better result. It is interesting what the inquisitorial instructors would say about such a use of abilities that, although not exactly the same, were similar in certain aspects? What would the founder of the Baldr school think? Even the soldiers who wandered into the performance, whose origins of martial skills were now the same as hers? In fact, although it is curious, it is not so important. The main thing is that the audience likes it. And she herself liked the idea of turning a combined training session into a spectacular performance.

She also diversified her routine by practicing with other equipment that Beata had so kindly provided. Perhaps not exactly a weapon, but something less familiar, but it was still worth trying. Perhaps even to combine this with swordplay if a good idea came to mind. Although the general course was set, creative experiments were also encouraged, as long as they did not pose a threat to her or the audience. And if the final result turned out to be more spectacular, why complain?

The village of Ssarrak. I would have liked it to have a more euphonious name, but... Some barbarian was the first to reach the site of our future dwelling, spat and cursed with that word, and it's been called that ever since. The specific settlement site has shifted several times since, but each time the village continued to be called Ssarrak, as it perfectly suited the mood of the inhabitants. The barbarian himself, whose name was Yol, turned out to be a tough nut to crack. He formed a band of hunters and quickly became an informal leader, as the food supplies and lives of everyone essentially depended on his forays into the Wastelands. To be honest, he lacked the wit to handle the daily routine, and other people managed that somehow, with his permission.

Although I wasn't interested in ordinary hunting, I initially joined Yol during the most dangerous forays, and of course shared information from my reconnaissance. I suppose I was somewhat aloof in general? But that was quite understandable given my history, only Yol didn't seem to like it. I was certainly no less useful than the other villagers, but I got the feeling the barbarian wanted me to do more and be less independent. He was always loudly welcoming towards me, pointedly praising me, but then, every now and then, some threatening notes would slip through towards the ungrateful Red Fury...

Among his hunters was a young man named Date. Originally a local shepherd, but he had a keen eye, so Date turned out to be a good shot. An archer, of course — bullets for firearms became a bit specific in terms of projectile acquisition options, given our conditions.
[spoiler=Date's description was detailed enough for the reader to form a portrait][/spoiler]

During one of our first joint hunting forays with the villagers, Date got into a scrape, provoking a living tree (although initially we didn't know the specifics of this specimen; mutations were just starting to occur back then and weren't nearly as widespread as they later became in most central regions). At that moment, an unexpectedly powerful blow from a thick branch instantly knocked the young man unconscious. Yol wasn't with us, and the others didn't dare approach the discovered threat, fully aware of the consequences... To me, the enemy wasn't dangerous at all, since there's nothing simpler than chopping wood using the "hit-and-run" method. Even so, it was strange to realize that some of my blows weren't landing on the tree, but on myself... A strange creature with strange magic. Fortunately, there was still regeneration. In the end, Date was successfully rescued and returned to life. No terrible wounds: the tree didn't seem to be carnivorous; it just really, really valued its personal space.

The next person who left an impression on me was the herbalist Villina. Villina was never a real doctor; any serious ailments were beyond her ability, and she certainly couldn't do anything about permanent injuries. Nevertheless, there were simply no better alternatives in the village. If before, in case of a terrible illness, one could travel to K., now times were, to put it mildly, different... And diseases, on the contrary, had become disproportionately more numerous. Every day brought something new to Ssarrak, and great hopes were placed on Villina. To her credit, the girl took this responsibility with all seriousness. Now, instead of various potions for enhancing potential (I'm not sure I remembered the word correctly; I think that's what they were called), she actually began treating the wounds of the injured with disinfectant ointments, and learned to make remedies for new diseases as best she could... The injured Date, in particular, was nursed back to health by her.
[spoiler=Appearance of Villina][/spoiler]

Among other things, Villina began experimenting with new herbs that were starting to grow in the Lands, and unexpectedly discovered that their properties far surpassed those of the plants she was familiar with. In everything, from the concentration of active ingredients to completely new effects. She ultimately discovered both medicinal effects and poisons, as well as various stimulants, and whatnot — all for the good of her native village and her own well-being, gradually ceasing to be a "part-time witch" and becoming a full-fledged wise woman. Although such professional growth took no small amount of time... It's funny that Villina blamed me, among others, for this transformation: she constantly said that my demands forced her to jump above her head. Well, what was I supposed to do? Smithing potions, potions of precision, potions of speed — that was my standard set, though from time to time specific requests for particular monsters were mixed in as well. But yes, I do love thorough preparation...

Another reason Villina had to do so much was a peculiar competition for the title of best craftsman: I often boasted to her about my metalwork and teased the herbalist. For instance, the already mentioned shining blade "Guide" made the girl experiment considerably and create a special luminous ointment, whose light proved effective both in relieving Dark-Land depression and in scaring monsters away from resting places. I must admit, she beat me there — it was a fantastically useful invention.

But all that was in the future. For now, Date's concussion from the tree somehow made Yol find even more grievances against me, claiming I had overlooked it... Since when did I become Yol's deputy, or whatever he considered me, that I had to be responsible for the troubles of his people? The conflict escalated to the point where Yol tried to corner me to intimidate me, making completely absurd accusations even for him. The savage told me that I was insulting someone (either the gods or himself) by wearing armor, and that I should fix it right then and there (isn't that a laugh?), that strong women shouldn't "play hard to get" with strong men, and other such nonsense. I suppose a fleeting expression of contempt must have shown on my face from this whole conversation, because the barbarian clearly hesitated, and at that very moment I slipped out of his grasp. But the point of it all remained a mystery to me.

That night, someone broke into my hut. At first I thought it was a monster, but just in case, I loudly threatened the uninvited guest with a shot to the face. Surprisingly, the intruder stopped making noise and left — from which I concluded it was Yol again, deranged by his hatred for me. And in the morning, something even stranger happened: I found Date beaten half to death in a ditch... The young man had barely recovered from the tree attack and had gotten into trouble again, this time with the elder, and it seemed the Red Fury might have been the cause of their discord: it was difficult to get this detail out of the shepherd, as he mumbled, but it seemed the archer had tried to say something in my defense and got punched for it.

I don't need hints twice, so after handing Date over to Villina, I started packing my few belongings. The Dark Lands are vast, and despite some good acquaintances (Villina, Date, and a couple of other people I could call my friends), I didn't want to cause anyone problems. Besides, I already wanted to go somewhere farther away and do some serious heroics instead of small-time forays... I packed up, went to say goodbye to everyone: Date, lying on his bed, began speaking with a slurred tongue, saying he wouldn't let me go alone and wanted to come with me. Interesting zeal from the young man... But this unexpected intention made me think — wasn't I being too cruel to him? If he had a conflict with the barbarian elder, could it happen again? Especially when I run away and Yol reacts angrily to the news? Anyway, after talking it over, I agreed to think it over a bit more.

The "bit more" stretched into a whole week, during which no one bothered me, though I can't say I was free from attention: something was clearly brewing, either a provocation or I don't know what exactly. The question of leaving the village and of Date, who had broken ribs, was still hanging in the air when a small group of four people, very, very colorful travelers, visited Ssarrak. They introduced themselves as explorers of the Dark Lands and shared a lot of the latest news with us.

For starters, only from them did I get to hear the story of what happened in K. in the final hours before the explosion. Before that, everything I'd heard about some magical device exploding seemed like empty rumors, but the explorers had all the details, complete with names that gave the story meaning. They also enlightened us about what was happening in the outside world, the current problems of I., which seemed to be living out its last months due to pressure from aggressors and the loss of a major city. They showed us a map of the lands they had visited, and much more. They were even kind enough that one of them, a light-haired long-haired mage named Stantri, healed Date's broken ribs using his constructive techniques.

I suppose the reader of these journals won't be surprised at all when I say I very quickly wanted to join their group? The leader, who introduced himself as the Hero of the Source (a pseudonym, as one might guess), told us their team had the ambitious goal of lifting the curse from K. and forever freeing the Dark Lands from their current bitter fate. In short, the more I talked to these people, the more I felt that they were who I needed to be with. My candidacy was accepted, and soon we set out. Date, taking advantage of his now-healthy state, tagged along with us, saying I'd be lost on my own (ha-ha, of all people, hearing that from you was something!). I didn't get to see Yol's reaction. To avoid irritating anyone, I left quietly and not at the same time as the Hero's group, but as if on my own. But I suspect there was much gnashing of teeth... And yes, I had to punch the guard, because according to the bad elder's new orders, he wouldn't let me out. Date left without any problems, using stealth, and no one expected such an act from him to stop him.

And so, we found ourselves in a self-proclaimed group of six saviors of the Dark Lands. The composition was as follows.

Hero of the Source, who quickly turned out to be a close relative of P. the Duke. Having no domain of his own, but possessing many talents, an insatiable thirst for adventure, and an interest in the sciences, he got into the university in K. and soon began making progress there as a diplomat. I don't know what steroids he was using, but despite his young age, he had perfectly mastered both knightly combat skills (the entire branch) and elvish skills, and in fact almost all known styles and weapon types, except perhaps samurai ones, but not excluding commander skills. Truth be told, he loved sword and shield the most. The Hero of the Source declared an astonishing thing: that at the moment of the explosion, he was in the city of K. itself, and despite that — he survived. He considered his miraculous resilience a sign from fate that it was he who was meant to finish this: to return to the source of the malicious magic and close it forever. Partly for this reason, the pseudonym. His connections in I. allowed him to create a small elite team and equip it for an expedition, despite the extremely scarce resources of the stricken country at the time. Probably, despite this, few believed the Hero would succeed, but he believed it with all his heart and managed to infect four other people with that belief. Yes, initially there were five of them who set out on the campaign.
[spoiler=Hero of the Source according to text description][/spoiler]

Meshera — an elven scholar, unwilling to let a single mystery in the world around her slip by. A brilliant analyst and appraiser, a master of the long spear (her favorite weapon is about three meters long, but Meshera twirled it as if it were a reed). The brain of the group, maintaining silent modesty most of the time, standing there, analyzing something, adjusting her spectacles... But ask her about something — literally anything — and you could easily earn a long lecture lasting many, many hours, initiating you into the subject in all its multifaceted nature.
[spoiler=Meshera][/spoiler]

The light-haired long-haired mage Stantri, specializing in creation, but also skilled in energy manipulation, plus "new" magic. The idea of the latter was to create special magical items that accumulate mana and then release it in the form of spells "free" for the wizard. A concept that greatly occupied my mind, and later I tried to understand the structure of these items, especially since the various flows of mana themselves were something we all saw and heard, literally around us in these strange Lands.
[spoiler=Stantri][/spoiler]

The water-and-electricity mage Swegos. Unlike Stantri, much more old-fashioned, if one could put it that way. Theoretically, he possessed extremely high utility due to his teleportation ability, water shield, offensive magic, ability to effectively fight enemy spellcasters by burning their mana, ability to create a cloud of fog to conceal allies... In general, that's how it turned out. As a person, he was somewhat gloomy, like those thunderous fogs of his.
[spoiler=Swegos][/spoiler]

There was also a dark elven mercenary Jifa, with thieving skills. She was taken on as a trap specialist, but before meeting me, this "bandit" supposedly did not survive. I was told the story with her was this: she saw a small beautiful cup on the roadside, thought someone had dropped it. Examined everything carefully, saw nothing suspicious, picked it up — and vanished along with the cup. Just like that, there was an elf and then there wasn't. Where she went, no one knows; by the time Stantri, stunned by what he had seen, decided to check for magical traces in that spot, those traces were already gone.

And finally, there were Date and I, two optimistic recruits in the Hero of the Source's detachment. Although it was mostly me who was optimistic; Date's mood was more often expressed by his exclamations: "What an idiot I am, why did I ever get involved in this?!" Ha-haaa... This story lasted maybe not as long as I would have liked, but it left me with many pleasant memories, and the details will be set down by me later.

37 entries if adding one for the picture (considering how much text there should be in those pictures, probably adequate...)

Among his hunters was a young man named Deith.

Is this "Deith"?

There was also a dark elf mercenary named Jifa.

Actually, her name is pronounced "Gifa" in Assyrian. Just letting you know. 🤓

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Seliad, it seems, really is a kind of proto-Klin.

[spoiler=I remembered this one, even though he's Data, not Date.][/spoiler]

There is also the samurai clan Date, which is written the same way in English as Date.

There is also the samurai clan Date, which is written the same way in English as Date.

One of my favorites, by the way.

- ... I was thinking, and suddenly I realized that I said something stupid – there are indeed people in our world, the Helesians, with the same or at least similar ears, but I somehow completely forgot about that fact. It's strange that I only remembered it now, after I finished the drawing and gave it to you. Sometimes I can focus on one thing and don't notice anything else; you wouldn't think I have the highest intelligence among most of the people we know. - The artist involuntarily massaged his forehead, considering Aiyano's words. - This feature of your culture seems counterproductive to me. From what I've gathered, people in your profession should possess the best human qualities, which means their descendants should become pillars of virtue for future generations. Or, let's say, a less fantastical situation than the one depicted in the drawing – if a certain Miko-sama remains the only representative of her people in the world, then her people will die out along with her, even though this could have been prevented. Wouldn't the Kami-sama approve of such a sad outcome? - He sighs. - Sorry, I seem to have inadvertently started "defending" the meaning embedded in my work and said something absurd, because it's obvious that you've thought about all these things without my superficial reflections. - He frowns. - For some reason, I'm too talkative in your company, but I should have expected something like that from the instructor's friend. That is, I mean that... Answering your question – yes, you can, and I'm flattered that you show me such a level of trust despite the short time we've known each other. As for the lessons... It would be great; it will be another reason to return alive and well after this mission.

-- Well, it's possible, but I'm afraid I'll lose on the first try, especially since I don't know... It would be better to practice first, but what can you do. For the sake of socializing, let's visit, -- the redhead confirmed this formally. -- Just tell me, please, how much money should I take, approximately.

-- Well, I don't know if I have time to work today. Maybe a couple of hours? And then I'll come back, see how my guys are doing, and maybe I'll need to help them.

- Don't worry, I'll treat you; it wouldn't be right to invite you to such a place otherwise. Okay, let's get to work.

"Is he perhaps a colleague from the arena? In that case, I saved the poor fellow from an unenviable fate."
— Oh, so he's a Barsikonda, is he? — the inquisitor tried to match the Soulrender's appearance with the description given by Septet, — I didn't recognize him. It's a little funny, because I myself spent some time there. I even managed to learn the language. Hmm, — she thought for a moment, — I'm curious to know how a traveling colleague relates to another traveling colleague, and how did you enjoy your travels in Calcite? It would be interesting to compare experiences.

- That's right, a Barsikonda. I see that you know about the wildlife of Calcite, but I myself have never been there, and I meant a colleague from Calcite, not a colleague I met there.

Sometimes you wouldn't even guess that I have the highest intelligence among most of the people we know.

Hello, Tox.

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- That's right, Barsikonda. I see that you know a lot about the animal world of Calcite, but I myself have never been there and I meant a colleague from Calcite, not a colleague I met there.

"Knows a lot... well, you already know a lot, Septet, and I'm just making assumptions based on the information I received from him and comparing a number of factors that I know."
- Thank you, but you are flattering me. It was just a bold assumption.
"Hmm, it's actually curious that a snake from such a warm climate turned out to be so well adapted to the conditions of Margel. I've heard that many species don't handle such a change of habitat very well, especially during the cold season."

- Don't worry, I'll treat you, otherwise it wouldn't be right to invite you to such a place. Alright, let's get to work.

-- Okay, but I'm not sure it would be very responsible for a Knight to use someone else's money... -- the girl sighed at the end, deciding that she might return to this issue closer to the time. On the one hand, she didn't want to offend Quantum's generosity, but how long could she live on credit? It just didn't feel right.

She quickly switched back to work. She had come up with projects for the engineer, and now there were towers, so she needed to work with her hands, do some calculations, and clear up some of the backlog. The nosenrotka worked for two hours, but at x3 speed, and at the end, she wished Quantum a good evening and went home.

The Sword Maiden and Sanex listened to Klin’s story in complete silence, avoiding inappropriate comments, but as the narrative neared its end, the knight’s companion could no longer restrain herself and burst into tears. “Poor Tia, Etv, Ura… Loma’s dreams… Roza’s female happiness… Dub and his family’s idyllic life… The villagers full of hope… And now, all of this is gone… Forgive me, Klin.” Sobbing even harder than before, she covered her face with her hands. “I know it’s even harder for you than it is for me, but this… it’s too terrible.” “...Thank you for this story, Klin Chegver.” The blind woman spoke in a calm voice, with barely perceptible warm undertones. “Now, preserving this family name and its history is in your hands. I think your descendants will be grateful for the opportunity to learn about their roots, and the ancestors will also respect that.” mutual love.

- Even if this principle seems strange, it is what it is – it’s simply a fact of life and our tradition. There are many ways to deconstruct any idea through thought experiments taken to extreme lengths, but in my personal opinion, ultimately this path leads nowhere,” he says, shrugging. “Well, we’ll have time to consider all these issues upon our return, but for now, we should prepare for the task at hand,” he nods towards the assembly point.

The Sword Maiden and Sanex listened to Klin’s story in complete silence, avoiding inappropriate comments, but as the narrative neared its end, the knight’s companion could no longer restrain herself and burst into tears.
- Poor Tia, Etv, Ura... Loma’s dreams... Roza’s female happiness... The family idyll of Dub and his family... The hopeful villagers... And now, all of this is gone... Forgive me, Klin. - Sobbing even harder than before, she covered her face with her hands. - I know that it is even harder for you than for me, but this... It’s too terrible.
- ... Thank you for this story, Klin Chegver. - The blind woman spoke calmly, with barely perceptible warm notes in her voice. - Now, preserving this family name and its history is in your hands. I think that your descendants will be grateful for the opportunity to learn about their roots, and your ancestors will also be honored. Mutual love.

—There, there, calm down. —the knight soothingly embraced his companion. —I didn’t want to upset you unnecessarily. To be honest... I wanted to share this memory with you, so that... So that it could become the foundation for the future, perhaps. To show you that the past should not control your life. That it should give you strength, strengthen your heart and soul on the journey ahead. And also, so that someone at the right moment could remind me of what I am moving forward for. That is the bright meaning I put into my story.

—Yes, you are right. —turning, he nodded to the owner of the house. —A goal has opened up before me, compared to which all my past goals fade. It’s not just about my family name; it’s about the entire culture of Kridear. Alone, I can’t do it, so... Because anyone who has supported me—not necessarily with deeds, not necessarily with words, sometimes just by listening—has already become my good ally on this path. I hope that one day you will hear a story about our land with a different, positive ending.

- Good evening again, ladies and gentlemen! As you know, we invited you because we are going to put on a circus show for the townspeople, and we are very grateful that you responded to our invitation! - she bowed, sincerely but also theatrically. - We are mercenaries from Carneol, - she nodded towards the headquarters with the proudly waving flag behind her. - And, to be more specific, with the blessing of the administration, I, Beata Lax, and my fiancé, Guyon Tamaris, a very handsome brunette, many of you have seen him, he just stepped away for a moment, are in charge. Let's get acquainted!

- A question! - Zostmer de Gnil raised his hand. - What is the meaning of your flag? Why these four colors, and not others? What do the crossed swords signify, and what is that precious stone in the center? 

- Alaria Doran is our Carneol colleague and also a fire mage!

Smiling broadly, the Tanarian woman waved her index finger around, at the end of which was a small but bright flame, leaving a fiery trail behind. After a brief demonstration, she extinguished the flame and bowed.

- Oh-oh-oh! - Laikos clapped his hands. - Magnificent! Fire is the cornerstone of civilization!

- Zostmer de Gnil is an eccentric theater actor!

- Pleased to meet you, dear friends. - The actor bowed. - If any of you have been to Carnia, you may have heard of a serial killer known by the nicknames "Abyss Horror," "Gut Ripper," and others. That man is me.
- Ha-ha, - Arnissa laughed, - you have an interesting sense of humor.

- Rapi Crypt is an acrobat! Just like me!

*Silent bow*

- Laikos Standis is a rising star in weightlifting!

- Gentlemen! Don't forget to keep your distance, cover your mouth when you sneeze or cough, and wash your hands thoroughly! Think of others! 

- Arnissa Lass, animal tamer, and her friend, Soul Eater!

- Psssssh, - the snake slithered across the group, causing two of the musicians to scream.
- Ha-ha, don't be afraid, he's harmless. 

- The Beautiful Queen is a mistress of illusions and a ruler of minds!

- A question! - This time, Laikos raised his hand. - Beautiful Queen, why are you wearing just a swimsuit?
- The answer should be obvious to anyone who has something other than emptiness in their head - hiding my beauty would be a crime against humanity.
- Heh, - the tamer of one-eyed snakes smirked, - and she probably avoided the attention of the guards with magic... You students are lucky that you don't have to wear anti-magic rings. 

- And our wonderful musicians - violinist Vilma Lfor and drummer Margina Rosengold!

*Bow x2*

- A few words about safety. The most important thing is to maintain distance.

- I completely agree! - Laikos supported his boss.

Now we will rehearse simultaneously to speed up the process, but also - keep your distance, let's not interfere with each other.

- I agree! - The strongman in the mask supported Beata again. 

We don't bring flammable materials into our dressing room tent.

- Does medical alcohol count? - Laikos asked.

It's cold season now, so let's not crowd together and sneeze on each other.

- Yeeeaaah! - Laikos exclaimed, raising his hands in joy. 

- Zostmer, first of all, we need some light and funny pantomimes. You can add a little bit of your own vision, but it's very important not to overdo it with experiments - I don't think the audience is ready for that right now, they might not understand you. It's better to save the bolder ideas for more peaceful times, okay?

- How about a trick with swords? - he explains for those who don't know. - We'll put Beata in a barrel or other container, and I'll poke her with swords, in my experience, the audience loves that. 

- Rapi, we need to think about making our programs different. I didn't set up aerial rigging, like ropes and trapezes - they take longer to set up, the safety requirements are higher, I was afraid I wouldn't have time and resources, - she smiled apologetically. - What comes to mind is that you will focus on the bars, and it will be very cool if you are good at balancing, and I will focus on ribbons and juggling. Do you agree, or do you have other suggestions?

- How about a joint performance? 

- Laikos, you're doing very well. The way you handle the weights is impressive in itself. I think if you practice a little more, it will be even better. Artistry and confidence will come with time, if you do it often.

- Understood!!

- Arnissa, Soul Eater, you are wonderful, I am so glad about our... - usually in such cases they say "four-legged," but for obvious reasons, Beata couldn't say that, and "legless" sounded too rude, - wonderful scaly artist! As I said, this is a great choice, I can't wait to see what you can do.

*Nod* *Hiss*

- Beautiful Queen, you have already demonstrated your magical talent, - Beata smiled mysteriously, - and that is exactly what we need! I think we can add a paired humorous act, where you use your magic to prank some hooligan who decides to ruin your day, - she winks, pointing her thumb at her chest. - We need to discuss and rehearse what and how we will do, I think it will be funny! It doesn't have to be with me, it can be someone else, as we agree. And, of course, solo performances! I don't know much about magic, but you can play with classic tricks like pulling a rabbit out of a hat or handkerchiefs from your sleeve, card tricks, and the like, adding your own unique style and magic! I would suggest conjuring fireworks, but I'm afraid that after the attack on the city, there won't be any fireworks here for a long time... It's not the right kind of special effects.

- For the trick with pulling a rabbit out of a hat, we can invite one of the employees of "Playful Rabbit" outside the city, - Rapi suggested, - the audience will probably like that more than just an animal.

- You know, it seems lighthearted, but there are some disturbing motifs and undertones, which adds a little edge.

- I understand.
- I understand.

The actor and the magician can perform in ordinary clothes, as can the musicians. We have an outdoor performance, so super-fancy costumes are not essential, dress according to your taste and desire. This is especially true for those who will be on stage, the main thing is that you are comfortable in what you choose.

- Excellent decision. - The Beautiful Queen nodded. - In that case, I will delight the audience in my current form.