Audalis watched as Ringmaster got to his feet and dusted himself off, and he raised an eyebrow as he spoke. He certainly didn't speak or sound like any of the humans from this age. How curious. "Ringmaster? Hmph. And what is this you have, here?" He inquired, raising his brow and bringing out his hand in a sweeping gesture, motioning to the caravan. He was curious as to how old this man was, but, he wasn't going to ask. He knew he had to be younger than Audalis, who was at the nice, middle-age of 247. He still had a long ways to go, before he grew old.
Daniel watched as Lucien left, and then he stepped out of the cabin and hopped down from the porch, walking over to Ringmaster. "Are you alright?" he asked, though he didn't sound all too worried, he actually sounded a bit agitated. He blinked his bi-coloured eyes, looking over to the very tall man with a golden-complexion. He'd seen the stranger get involved in the fight, but he'd never spoken, nor seen him, before.
Dyus sat in his wagon, trying to find clothes that he would be able to wear, and to fit them around his tail. He currently had a pair of shorts that had a hole for his tail, because apparently it was more civilized than his loincloth. He sat down with a tired sigh, frowning as he looked to his lilac-coloured skin and sharp, black nails. He didn't care what people thought of him, he was happy with himself! It had taken a good month, but he had finally learned how to speak English instead of Icelandic. But, he still didn't communicate with many people in the Freak Show. Then, suddenly, someone entered his cabin. It was a girl with hummingbird wings, and a soft expression. He raised his flaxen eyebrows in question, watching her.