Darius wandered around the camp both he and the other performers would be sharing. Most of it was set up in the shelter of some trees while the bigger tent was placed in a clearing where the brilliant blues and purples of the canvas could be seen. He helped out where he could before ducking into his own tent that he had once shared. Now the pale canvas walls cast shadows through the dark tent, a small patch of light pooling at his feet from the open flap. In a few days the performances would begin which only meant plenty of work before then. Darius grabbed an axe from his things and proceeded out into the woods to begin chopping some wood for the fire.