[Karin has always liked to seize opportunities to make herself useful, and Boaltinn marks the one-year anniversary of her very first visit to Aefenglom. Admittedly, she has mixed feelings about whether or not that's something to celebrate, but after being here as long as she has, she thinks she would like to participate in the festival properly this time. As such, she's been doing her part to assist in setting up, and is currently helping to raise one of many tents when she realizes there's a large hole cut in its ceiling as it unfurls.
Well. That's not going to be helping to shield anyone from the rain, and she groans as she drops the tentpole she'd been part way through setting up to the ground.]
That's the second one of these that's—
[Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spots a flicker of red and brown, just beyond where the tent is being raised— and where she sees some of the lighting supplies have been left out for the rain to ruin. She lets out a noise of frustration before abandoning her post and starting off in that direction, hoping to catch another glimpse of the culprit.]
boaltinn through the storm
Well. That's not going to be helping to shield anyone from the rain, and she groans as she drops the tentpole she'd been part way through setting up to the ground.]
That's the second one of these that's—
[Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spots a flicker of red and brown, just beyond where the tent is being raised— and where she sees some of the lighting supplies have been left out for the rain to ruin. She lets out a noise of frustration before abandoning her post and starting off in that direction, hoping to catch another glimpse of the culprit.]
Hey! Get back here!
[Little does she know...]