Of course, it was when the people were beginning to fear for their safety that the man spoke up once more.  "Enough Jagger!"  The creature stopped immediately, staying on the platform while the trainer paced the small circle.  Like man like beast, the man moved with a feline grace that was almost frightening.  "Now for the terror of the show," the man spoke in his low voice, carrying as it did throughout the tent.  "I need a volunteer!  Someone who isn't going to defecate themselves in terror at the thought of being close to the huge Jagger."<br/><br/>As if wanting to stir up the crowd again, Jagger roared.  Fear spiked within the crowd, causing them to stir in their seats and some to bolt outside.  The man laughed softly, striding up on to the platform.  Jagger fell back into purring as the man stroked along the beast's face.  "Good boy Jagger.  Time to separate the men from the boys, the wheat from the chaff."  The man turned to face the crowd.  "So which amongst you is willing to face Jagger up close and personal?  For remember, there is but one truth in the Night Parade."<br/><br/>After a suitable pause, the man held up a hand, the light seeming to bend around his hand.  "Everything is real."  He threw his hand down towards where he'd stood earlier, causing a brief flare of light to fly from his hand to the ground, from which sparked a column of smoke.  The scent was immediate, changing the flavor of the crowd from fear to arousal as it dispersed throughout it.  The man laughed as he watched the people who battled with the sudden onrush of excitement.