[Mara finds the festival interesting, but nothing to gasp over. It's technolocially primitive, and offers her little in the way of true entertainment. She's tired, and could use the opportunity to unwind, but she has little interest in the festivities provided. She's one of the few on the street unadorned by ribbons.]
[She sees the first street performer of any interest to her-- far from dancing or singing, this one is simply telling tall tales inside a cafe. She stops to listen to one while she rests at a nearby table, sipping a warm beverage. She's less interested in participating in the festival, more interested in observing it, learning the ways of the average Concordian.]
[Even more interesting, he seems to be a member of the Nest.]
[Later on the street, she comes across some sort of altercation, and notices the storyteller is involved. Mara needed a way to relax, and she's never seen one better than a fight. She joins in readily, providing one of the attackers with a swift punch to the gut. He goes down heavily.]
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[She sees the first street performer of any interest to her-- far from dancing or singing, this one is simply telling tall tales inside a cafe. She stops to listen to one while she rests at a nearby table, sipping a warm beverage. She's less interested in participating in the festival, more interested in observing it, learning the ways of the average Concordian.]
[Even more interesting, he seems to be a member of the Nest.]
[Later on the street, she comes across some sort of altercation, and notices the storyteller is involved. Mara needed a way to relax, and she's never seen one better than a fight. She joins in readily, providing one of the attackers with a swift punch to the gut. He goes down heavily.]
[Dryly,] Do I want to know what prompted this?