It took a little over an hour for Fiona to properly show Maedor to all the various performance tents around the rest stop.
From exotic dancers to strange recipes and stranger looking creatures who could speak and act just like everyone else, Maedor had seen quite a few strange sights in a short time.
There were dozens of tents, Maedor could hardly keep count of them and the designated performance art as Fiona pulled him from one point in the rest stop to the other.
Maedor had learnt that the troupe always made a stop at this groove ahead of the new cycle, they tarried for a month long and determined their travel route for the year.
Maedor was considered lucky, the troupe had stumbled upon him while gathering herbs on the outskirts of the forest and it was exactly a day before they were to depart.
