[Seeing the sniffling, Sylvando smiles and pulls a colorful handkerchief from the end of his sleeve and offers it to El. How did he keep it up there without it showing on his admittedly rather form-fitting shirt? Trade secret.]

I'm always glad to help a friend. And the little troupe I put together had such fun doing it, we're thinking of doing more shows together in the future.

And you know, if this all falls out as well as it looks like it's going to, maybe we could even make the festival an annual event, with different stories performed each year. Wouldn't that be fun?