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The Imposer's Reverie is in full swing. You flit among the other masked lambicorns from booth to booth, a bag laden with candy in tow. Your paws (or hooves, or cloves, or anything in between) are starting to ache. You've been at it for a while now, and the excitement is slowly being encroached by a lurking exhaustion. If only there were somewhere you could rest, if only for a moment, before getting back to the festivities, without risk of being trampled or simply in the way of your fellow merry-makers.
At the corner of your eye, you notice a few strays on the crowd's fringes, small clusters pulling off from the main event. Something has caught their interest, and it in turn has captured yours. On a closer look, there seems to be a flickering light by the campground's edge. A campfire?
You and your buddy (or buddies) decide to join the stragglers, and stroll over to the distant light. Your suspicions were confirmed- a campfire, with a nice and cozy array of logs around it. A perfect place to rest for a breath before going back to the Reverie's main attractions. A small lambicorn, no larger than a bird, flits around the campfire in concern.
"Oh dear, oh dear," they say with obvious concern, "This simply will not do!" The lambicorn notices your approach, and rushes over. "Hullo, friend, hullo. Wonderful to make your acquaintance! I'm called Kypt, yes, and these are my envoys." He gestures to a little cloud of moths that swirl behind him. Kypt seems to be wearing a firey-orange mask, with various twigs sticking out of his fluff. He appears to be dressed as a... campfire. Huh.
Before you could think about it too long, Kypt continues with a question. "Would you be so kind to assist with our bonfire? It will be wonderous, but at the moment, it is quite underwhelming. No, not nearly enough, not at all!" Now that the moth-lambie mentioned it, the bonfire looks like it's not nearly large enough to warm your fur, nor roast marshmallows, or any other fire-related activities.
So much for a quick break, you suppose.

