Darius had returned some time late that night and the entire group had gathered around a bonfire to kick off their first night in this new town. The following night would be the opening night for the performances and they needed to be ready for that. The next day would be full of training and advertising just so they could make the money to pay all the performers and run the place. Darius, like the others said goodnight before turning in.<br/><br/>When the sun danced across the canvas of Darius' tent, he was already up and dressed in his colourful outfit for that night. After a quick breakfast he gathered up a few others and walked through the streets of the town, drawing attention to themselves to promote the show. Darius stood outside of a small shop juggling several objects thrown from the small crowd gathered. "Anything else?" He asked as one man threw a heavy skillet for him to catch.