Hushed Willows a swell of smoke arose and filled the air [festival]

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Derg had followed Wintersbane here. After being explained to that this was a festival for fun. 
How one could have fun with so many unknown characters in a place where a potential threat of war could be the worst case scenario? He didn't know; but he'd asked @Keen if she wanted to join, but doubted so as she was timid but, even so, a large gathering could prove useful for finding her family, right?

His eyes scanned the gathering, looking for anyone familiar. There, the dark face and hawk eyes. Illidan. Was the old witch here too? Grezig? His search became more frantic yet he kept to Wintersbane's side. He wasn't about to go wandering off especially if, in case the man had any ill greetings, didn't want to be outside the fight if anything went south.
His nose twitched, telling him Grezig wither wasn't here yet or wasn't coming at all.
"Quite a gathering, eh."  He murmured to the Tundrian beside.

He too was on high alert but promised himself to be tolerant at least with the ones who invited them here. So, keeping his head up, a ghost f a smile on his face, and tail waving in greeting, Derg hoped everyone here would walk away scot free.

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