Lancel moved through Port Town, trying to piece together anything he could.
"Does anyone know where the troupe that performed yesterday went?!"
He stopped people at random, looking from one face to another, hoping for even the slightest reaction.
But all he got were confused, dismissive stare. Some were even wary, as if he had just shouted nonsense at them.
After all, who would even know? To them, it was just a passing performance.
Still, Lancel didn't stop.
He kept asking, moving from one person to the next, his steps growing more frantic as the answers never came.
"Hey! You were there yesterday, right?" he asked a man unloading crates by the docks. "The troupe that performed. Where did they go?"
The man paused, glancing at him with a slight frown.
"…Troupe?"
"The performers. The ones wearing clown makeups yesterday."
The man shook his head slowly. "Don't know what you're talking about."
