Janis
*I'm in my theater wagon, looking out the window, planning for my next show in my homeland, I read a book, with all the plays there are, I scribble in a notebook options for a play*
Cora
Actually ish fine if you don't wanna rp
Gwen
*Ardon would be as usually wandering around New Salvainia getting the usual stares from people as he was a large 3 meter tall man with 6 muscular arms, hard red skin and hair colored a deep crimson red. He was just like a walking sign that said HEY LOOK AT ME I'M DIFFERENT! As he was wandering about the bustling streets he'd notice a strange sight that he's never seen before a wagon that didn't have the usual food or trinkets and baubles. As he'd near the little wagon Ardon would cross his top two hands before looking down towards the woman asking her* "Hey umm Miss? Can I ask what this wagon is selling or something? I've never seen anything like it." *Ardon spoke with a deep bellowing voice that had a hint of curiosity in it. Even Furry the furrow! A brown four legged bird that looked to be a mix of a weasel and a bird popped out of the man's crimson hair to have a look and see on what the wagon was while holding a big chunk of jerky on his little itty bitty hands.*
Janis
*I step out of the wagon, to see a tall man looking at me* "Uhm... This is not a store wagon, it's a theater wagon! I host shows and play in them with other actors. Haven't seen one of these before eh?" *I chuckle nervously, I clasp my hands infront of me*
Gwen
"Huh so you don't sell thingies? Ummm what's a theater? And umm when you say shows that like when you show something like your weapons right? And play like playing games?" *Ardon would say as one of his many hands would reach over towards the back of his head and scratch it in confusion. It was clear the man didn't know what the woman was talking about at all and his voice was just filled with uncertainty whenever he talked. Even little buddy Furry would crawl down towards Ardon's shoulder and chirp at the woman curiously just to find out what he was looking at.*
Janis
"No I don't sell stuff. And a theater is where you preform. What I mean by shows is that there are preformances of singing, dancing. Plays tell a story with dancing, singing and talking." *I look down. I then look at the hay crate to see that it's empty*

"Well shit..." *I mutter under my breath, I still tend to act formal in front of him*
Gwen
"Hmmm singing and dancing... And talking? Telling stories! I like stories but I'm kinda confused, people watch other people sing and dance and stuff? To be honest I've never really seen a play before and I don't think I've ever been to any theaters so the idea seems kind of bewildrentinkingness... Weird. The idea seems kind of weird." *Ardon would say to the woman as the hand that was scratching his head then went over and reached for his chin so he looked like he was in a thoughtful and smart pose.*
Janis
"Theater has been around for a ling time and it's quite fun! It can set free a bunch of emotions. They can make you cry, make you laugh. It's a very expressive way of art" *I smile and walk into the wagon and grab the empty hay crate before walking out* "Do you know where I can get some fresh hay?" *I say to the man*
Gwen
"Well then that's a very sudden and ~~bewildrentinkingness~~ weird thing to ask but uhh I think I do. A few ways away in the outskirts of the city there's a few farms that I'm sure sell some fresh hay! I even went to a help one of the old women there with a furrow problem. Its where I met you Furry!" *He'd say happily while carefully taking the furrow on his shoulder and holding him up to his face so he can give him a nice hug and peck on the cheek.* "But yeah if you just go and wander about the outskirts of the city then you'd totally see where some farms are."
Cora
Eliseabeth: "Oh okay, will do! Thank you sir!" *I bow in resoect and put the hay crate back in the trailer. I head into the head area and command the horses to walk on to the farm, I go back into my seat as the wagon goes away*
Janis
*I come back from the farm. I stop the wagon and prepare the stage. I relieve my horses from their bridles and let them rest. I step on the stage and sweep the floor. Once I was done, I go back stage and put the broom away and prepare the costumes. I barley recieve any money from this, yet I don't care, I love what I do. I fix my hair hair and head outside the wagon to prepare a small food area for the audience.*