Sometimes this happens - you see someone around the edges of the carnival looking angry and frustrated, and it's pretty obvious why. Steven hadn't actually tried to leave before signing a contract, but now that he knows how it works when you do, he can understand being upset. Of course, it's a hard thing to explain.

He approaches the other being cautiously, his lion tail swishing back and forth uncertainly. His time in the carnival has resulted in some animal qualities - largely the ears, the tail, and the furry moss that covers the tops of his shoulders and arms.

"Hi," he says, waving a hand, a little bit awkwardly. "Are you lost?"