<span style="font-size: 15px">Kevice set his glass down wherever seemed closest, which was a convenient shelf, eager to get his hands free, and leaving it for Vasyli to deal with. He was especially excited now, so close to clapping his hands together and cracking down on a plan. "Well! I guess since you're my guest, and I'm your guide, should leave you with some options eh?? Give you a little choice.. but, I'm getting ahead of myself." Not so gracefully, he waltzed over to the opening of the tent, peeking out while Vasyli threw on a jacket and boots. There wasn't anyone really around anymore, the horses had been put away, most were either in bed or having late night chats in the dining place, and... well, he never really wondered what Mathis did this late at night.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">That man was mysterious, and no one questioned him. Maybe Vasyli knew more than he did, but likely he was just as clueless as the rest of them.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">When the elf was ready he led him out, walking behind most of the tents across the circus grounds over to the stables which stood near a tall fence, property of the town itself. It was well kept to make sure any of Mathis' animals stayed penned in, but after reaching one of the boards with a rough kick the already loosened nails came loose enough for him to swing the wide plank to the side and expose just enough room to squeeze on through. It was something he did in each town, and with as high as these fences got it was nice not having to take a blind jump over. He held it aside for Vasyli to slip through like the accommodating host he was, before leaving the grounds himself. On the other side, he stretched high with a big sigh and took in that cool night air, as much as it smelled like the horses. "Freedom! Don't usually take the unorthodox way out do you? Mathis lets you use the front door huh?" A grin of accomplishment on his face beamed, not because he was out, but because he finally convinced Vasyli to leave that little tent of his with certain success.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">"Well..." He started walking, hands in his pockets with a bit of a lazy slouch in his step. "We got a lot, can stop by for a smoke or a drink, I know some good places here. What kind of distraction you looking for?" Kevice hummed in thought, he could always take Vasyli to a lounge, but would that be a bit excessive for a first night out on the town? It wasn't that it was that expensive compared to simple partying, sometimes cheaper depending on the liquor tab. He took a moment to scan Vasyli up and down with his eyes, wondering if he'd stand out too much, and not in a good way.. at least not for him. But, if he didn't just leave the elf to his own devices he should be fine, security in groups and all. And it wasn't like Vasyli couldn't handle himself, especially when upset with somebody.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">On the other hand, he didn't think it'd be meaningful if he didn't make Vasyli at least a little uncomfortable, flustered, or overwhelmed. Kevice considered just going the middle route and doing... well, what he always did.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">The town was nearing, bulidings taller than the occasional village they stopped by, humans mostly lived here-- their most frequent customers of course, and highest paying, but it's not like Vasyli would've been stuck up enough to venture out long enough to pick up that wine of his. Waiting for the odd elven establishment would be too excessive, or at least Kevice gave him the benefit of a doubt. Small bonfires lit the plazas, a small fraction of it's populace out and about, gathered around them, entering the few lit buildings that cluttered the streets. "If you're not looking to make a lot of noise, I know a place to go to sit down and get comfy with some pipes and some music. It's got a roof with an alright enough view, quiet as a library." At least here it was, though a tad more pricey. It was a decent down, and unlike places like back home or the more.. well, he called them "fun" locales, no one was getting freaky in the bars. Kevice hadn't been since they stopped by here once before on their usual cycle of tours, but a place like that wasn't likely to close down, as buried as it was beneath more legal establishments.</span>