Simultaneous with the festivities in the relatively diminutive tent of the Great Guild, a far more extravagant celebration was commencing opposite them. Lines of customers from the village and beyond still awaited permission to be let inside and join in the most highly anticipated show in all of Yune. On a normal night, there wouldn't be a single empty seat left in the tent, but tonight was an odd exception. The unexpected draw from it's smaller competitor gave way to a couple of rows of empty seats, not that it was entirely noticeable among the sea of people still excitedly waiting inside and the flash and pomp of the opening ceremony going underway.
Behind the scenes, however....things weren't looking as bright and cheerful. Another long line was beginning to form at Makoko's Circus. One that did not seem to bode well. Acrobats, clutching their stomachs, on the verge of soiling themselves. Archers, clutching at their mouths to keep from vomiting. Attendants running to and fro amidst the chaos, worrying if a bug had broken out amongst the performers as they attempted to get their doctors to ascertain the nature of the illness. The fact that some semblance of order remained, even hanging by a thread was a testament to how much of a well-oiled machine Makoko's Circus was.
Eventually, the cause of the problem became all the more clear. It was nuts. No, literally, the very same nuts sold at concessions. Upon discovering this, the items were quickly replaced with fresh candied fruits as they attempted to sort out just how their legion of prestigious chefs and gardeners, handpicked by Makoko himself from his travels throughout the land could make such an error.
The Hunter of Tengu was one of two who had an inkling of what happened. How Makoko's rivals had interfered. "Poison, huh...?" he sighed derisively, lounging in the grass, idly watching panic begin to brew within his current place of employment. "Not very sporting." He sat up, brandishing his club, going to search for the two infiltrators.