George
The Duchess was told that the preparation of the tent would take a few hours, and in that time it might be wise for her to at least find her shoes. More of the Duchy was showing up to view the circus, and she had to switch from wild haired and barefoot to the Duchess of Erba. Evelyn was young though, no one expected her to be put together. They didn't expect for their Duchess to look like a commoner though, so her Ladies decided to take her to a local Inn called the Rose & Crown to fix her hair and get her in a less muddy dress. 

Evelyn walked with the girls towards the village when she flinched at the sound of someone screaming at the top of their lungs. Evelyn widened her eyes a little as she looked over at the man screaming, "I hear wonderful things about the food and lodging at the Rose & Crown!" She didn't normally scream at strangers, but the streets were so filled that no one would mind.
Tami
Festivals are always meant to be beautiful, wonderful and colorful signs of melding spirits. All types of people, family and stranger alike dancing to one tune that was carried throughout the charm of Erba. 

If only it wasn't a collective cesspool of disgusting humans.

Iona drifted along the sea of bodies in harmonious laughter, eyes trained towards a fading sun as he fought against the current to find a place to rest for the night. He had no qualms against others having fun, children were a delight to watch as their excitement practically poured off themselves in bursts of trembles and yells. The littles ones always carried an innocence that the rest of humanity _lacked_. A compassion that allowed them to sympathize for others that weren't even the same species. 

With quiet contemplation, Iona rested his hands behind his back, back straight, eyes closed to shield away from the fake smiles thrown his way. He _dispised_ humanity like the plague that it was no matter how many kind hearted beorics there could be, it was always outnumbered by the cruel acts most would commit. 

~~it's one of the reasons why he hates that wicked half of himself~~

Casting a quick glance in the direction of a obnoxiously man who screamed his question of where the fairest inn would be to rest for the night - granted Iona was curious himself but he wasn't idiotic enough to voice it from the top of his lungs. With a silent sigh, he drifted further from the scene that played out like a performance.
Karen
Sylus and Gitten watched as people began to shout a variety of answers at them, with varying levels of usefulness. As Sylus was actively accounting for all of the answers thrown his way, Gitten was bust ignoring them. All except for one, made by a standoffish woman. 

"Yeah right, I'll keep my fuckin' voice down when y—" She pursed her lips, eyes narrowing. She knew that face. " 'ay, 'ave you been spying..." Crossed arms fell along her chest, "Did my fuckin' bruvher send you? Because I fuckin' told him to fuck off. I can do tha Sol Job ALL on me fuckin' own. I don't need—" Gitten then realized that in matters of business, it was often best to keep her mouth shut. She reached into the satchel at her side and fished out a small black coin. She flashed it to the woman on the corner, the silver poppy shining in the sun. If her brother did send her, she'd know to follow.

The most popular answer seemed to be the Rose & Crown. Sylus, overjoyed at his warm reception, tugged on Gitten's sleeve and urged her to come along, following not too far behind the beautiful woman that had called out to him. "There'll be drink in it for you." Gitten relented, intrigued by the bribe.
Beatrice
The glint of the obsidian coin showed to her by the particularly familiar woman was more than enough to have her following in suit, not entirely paying too much attention to the rest of the situation in terms of lingering interest or any other language tossed in her direction. One thing was certain, her King and this particular person had quite the familial resemblance. If their destination was to be the Rose & Crown Inn, then so be it. Placing didn't entirely matter, especially since her purpose there isn't of any unique importance, nor was it a business matter in any sense of the word. "I watch what I need to, but I'm not entirely here to interrupt whatever job you have going on, nor did your brother send me to... _Help."_ The brunette's shoulders lifted slightly, not bothering with any other offering of speech at least until their arrival. It had been a while since she'd seen the Pirate King anyway, regardless of slipping in and out to keep Mika company out of habit perhaps, a sort of comfort. In a strained way, he held similarities to something she once cared about. Pale digits pressed against the base of her chest, pushing the silver poppy of her own into her skin as a reminder, scanning the similar insignia shown to her once more. Her ties seemed to be everywhere, even with her disinterest in the mass populous.
George
All of the rooms at the Rose & Crown were filled, so The Duchess was good to have to see her people at the circus as she was. The Welles estate, Meros, was located over an hour's ride from where the festival was taking place. 

"At least let Anna do something with your hair," Lady Alyssa whined as she tucked a few wispy strands of Evelyn's hair behind her ear. Evelyn was more concerned with her beautiful flowers she was presented with earlier. She placed them on the table in front of her, "No, primping in public would be worse than looking disheveled. Look around you, these people don't care what my hair looks like. They only care about what's in their cups." Lady Alyssa sighed then snapped her fingers. A plump woman came over with a pitcher of wine, and not surprisingly she didn't even pour it for them in the cups made of bone. Evelyn and Alyssa laughed, it was not at all the treatment they were used to. 

Outside Evelyn has made eye contact with the man shouting outside before she suggested the Rose & Crown. She didn't see him again until he walked in. She made eye contact with him again, assuming he was with the circus because he looked around the room like he'd never seen any parts of Erba before. It was just a look she could deduce... Slightly wide eyed, taking in the beauty of even an Inn in Erba was bound to make a weary traveler a little starry eyed.