Witchlight I
On the outskirts of neverwinter, they wait to enter the witchlight carnival. Bubbles, glitter, dragonflies flutter through the air. The high pitched sound of a calliope can be heard. Each has been here once before, each has something to reclaim. A skinny, dirty, patchwork halfling stands in a line, surrounded by freaks of all types. Behind him, an elderly bipedal tortoise espouses the virtues of different spices to a furry humanoid cat, who seems at once enraptured and completely distracted. A tall noble, the very picture of elegance, looks down his nose at the surroundings, trying to disguise his eagerness to enter. A squat draconic kobold drags his heavy plate armor with each step. A bald, bearded human waits patiently, observing the giant dragonflies that flutter around the clearing. A blue figure with tree branches protruding out of her neck, spiralling up to become horns, stands patiently, observing the people around her. The entry fee is 1 copper piece, low enough for the unwashe...