[PQ] come one, come all!

Loren had thought, at first, that the fourth player, the fifth person on the stage, was simply another actor and nothing more. But then the glitter sprayed over the audience and then someone spoke from nothing more than a glimmer in the air, tone completely unamused at the antics of the actor playing Safrin the Launceleyn realized there was more going on here than he’d originally believed. Oh the story was beautiful, and moving, and well-acted, but from the reactions of everyone, it seemed that the gods themselves might’ve shown up. Or at least, a god. Loren didn’t know. All he knew was that his jaw was hanging open in awe and his eyes were tracking the exchange between the glimmer and the fake Safrin, wondering just what was going on here. For a first encounter with the divine beings of Caido, this was more bewildering than he’d expected. Try as he might, he was only barely following the plot of the puppet show. Instead, he was too busy simultaneously gawking at the gods and trying not to be noticed by them. Granted, the latter would probably be easy enough: Loren had so far proven quite beneath their notice, if the way they ignored his prayers was any indication. Still, the last thing he wanted was to offend them somehow, and ruin any chance of ever getting to interact with them beyond basking in their presence at this puppet show. Which was over all too soon; the leader of the troupe called for it to end, and Loren glanced at her, startled. Then, of course, he instinctively applauded. It helped that the light had disappeared, leaving him both a bit more clear-headed and a bit calmer. However, the players had obviously done an excellent job if the gods themselves had come down to grace the puppet show with their presence. As the applause finished, however, Loren slipped out the back. He had no interest in being seen by anyone. Plus, he now had a lot to think about and process. LOREN Brought back by satisfaction more times than the cat