Carnaval de la Lumière

[Deucalion had survived his first dust storm, met a few rather exceptional people and managed to persuade a good number of civilians the freak show was worth watching even as he cringed inside. He found his job easy at the same time that he wanted to do the exact opposite of it.

He didn't like the road either. He preferred those times when he wasn't on duty, when he could wander the grounds, listen to the radio, think. Perhaps meet interesting people and avoid too many unexpected catastrophes. He did dislike a scuffle.

Now they were in a new place and he felt the need to explore it. It was noisier than the last town he hadn't bothered to learn the name of. He rested the tip of his cane on the ground and struck off.]