The smell. If Luke had one complaint about living near the Maze it was the smell, and the human nose's inability to sleep through it. Reluctantly and with more than a few groans, the Rankan dragged his slim body to the floor, stretching.<br/>The specialty alchemist shop on the edge of the Bazaar near the Maze, the Second Dove, was little more than a large storefront deck and a small alchemist lab with an apartment in the back. It was painted a bright eye-catching red, and if looked at from the front the roof seemed to droop to the side opposite the smoke pipe, but in the afternoon this small corner of the Bazaar was home to quite an odd sight, a show of practical illusion.<br/>"Not that my late schedual lets me sleep in...", he mumbled, dressing in his red and white jacket and other entertainers clothes, thinking of his schedual, spend the morning cleaning and doing basic chores, unlock the lab for anyone renting it for the day, and then prepair for the show, his favorite time of day. Even a morning grouch like him couldn't help but smile at the thought of a cheering crowd.<br/>With that he grabbed a loaf of bread and the mop and headed for the stage, the white light of the sun making his golden hair and fine clothes seem to glow as he mopped the stage, looking out to see others starting their days as well, setting up elaborate cloth tents or simply rugs and canvas sun-shades.