[The only two true auditions in the carnival are either figuring out who to talk to on you own, or impressing a worker enough to save you the trouble, so in that sense Dr Facilier has definitely succeeded. Sans usually isn't the type to be very forthcoming with information, but something about this whole thing has him curious enough that he might just be trying to create and excuse to have the man stick around for a little while.

Wise or not, he knows little about this man besides his flare for the dramatic. It seems fitting, if nothing else.]

No surprises here, but she goes by the Ringmaster. Ask around for her among the other soot sprites, like this guy - [He gestures at the shadowy figure standing inside of the admission booth, like a being made entirely of ash.] They're pretty much obligated to show you the way. She'll be interested in speaking with you, guaranteed.

[He would know. He did the same thing, a few years back.]