Beatrice explained, "It's a once in a decade festival that occurs all across Mastorn, celebrating the heroes that founded it. Each city throws sleepless parades for the weeklong festival, and people from all around the world come to participate."
"...What's that got to do with anything, then? I don't think any of us are exactly looking to party with Mastorn," Sora interjected.
Donatien, adjusting his glasses, added in, "Can't you use what little brain matter is in your head to discern that for yourself?"
"Say what?" Sora raised one of his vermilion eyebrows at the glasses-wearing man.
"I don't believe I stuttered," Donatien held his words firmly.
Before they could continue into what would result in a perpetually growing back-and-forth of insults, Beatrice answered the vermilion-haired man's question, "...It's by far our greatest opportunity at reaching King Held."
The…king? He thought, surprised by these words.
