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Kenta wasn't far from Dean, leaning over the railing of a slightly higher platform. Despite the fact that he wore a mask of red, orange and yellow with a large and toothy mouth curled in a grin - a fire spirit - he didn't stand out that much from the rest of the town. Almost everyone was adorned with a mask today, and would be for most of the festival.

A small tea-cart rolled past him, a portly man calling out "Teas and refreshments! Best tea in town! Get it here!"

It did seem like the right time for a cup of tea, Kenta decided. He turned from his spot and after a quick exchange of coin, returned to it with a little clay mug of tea. He took a sip, and then promptly spluttered. It was cold! Who sold cold tea? Yuck!

Thankfully for him, that wasn't going to last. Holding the cup up, he held his other palm beneath it, and sparked a flame from it to heat up the bottom of the cup. A few people looked over at him and pointed - perhaps enough to draw Dean's attention - but supernatural abilities and magic weren't unheard of in Losenji, so many simply paid him no mind.