Apparently the little girl refused to let go of his hand no matter what, but Goraidh did nothing to set her aside for now - it was still better than having her run off on her own. The sights and sounds of the festival soon came into their senses, the colors and music being good changes of pace compared to the dark and gloomy atmosphere the ship had to offer them throughout the whole journey. Of course - true to his personality - Goraidh was the least enthusiastic over the whole situation; they annoyed him more than it entertained him. He cursed under his breath about everything being a 'commoner's taste', but before he could finish, the tug on his arm made him turn his attention to Claira, and then towards the Puppet Show.<br/><br/>"Right... a Puppet Show," he said in a plain tone, "... interesting." Then, he sighed and looked back at his comrades. "You two find a room in the inn first; we'll... meet you up later." Just like that, the swordsman walked closer towards the Puppet Show, bringing the girl with him. "As soon as we're done, we're heading off to find something to eat, understand?"