The Ringmaster's Comfort

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"How is he faring at the circus?"

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 * [ 0 ] The Ringmaster stands and shakes your hand as you enter. He is rather short, now he isn't standing on top of a calliope. He wags his finger at you. \n\n\"I've been in this business long enough to know what you're thinking,\" he says sternly. \"It's the shoes! I've a special pair to make me look tall.\" He laughs and bids you sit to enjoy a pot of tea with him.
 * [ 5 ] The Ringmaster waves you in as you poke your head through the tent flap. He offers you a seat, a spot of coffee, and knowledge of your future. \n\n\"My cards know it all,\" he says, tapping the pack poking out of his breast pocket. He shuffles, and bids you cut; then, he turns over a few from the top, and make vague proclamations about future successes.
 * [ 10 ] The Ringmaster pores over a few cards arranged in a cross. You politely cough before he notices you. He turns crimson and apologises. \n\n\"Forgive me, I was divining. No, no, not for a lark. Now and then I'll amuse visitors with it, but when it comes to matters of our Circus, it's… rather different. But don't worry about that. Could I challenge you to a game of Rummy?\"
 * [ 15 ] The Ringmaster closes the volume he was reading as you enter. He smiles congenially. \"I'm studying the Reach's history. I can't help but feel Plenty and I should have researched our rock better before settling.\" \n\nHim and Plenty? Is he Polmear? The Ringmaster smiles proudly, but says nothing.
 * [ 20 ] The Ringmaster leans back in his chair, sifting through his cards with a frown. He only nods when you request a seat. \n\n\"You know...\" He flips a few cards onto the table, before snatching them up, shuffling, and flipping the same few again. \"We can't leave. We just can't do it. The cards say so.\" \n\nHe tosses the deck onto his desk; they spill across the wood, all black and red. \"I wish it were otherwise. But the show must go on..\"