The festival itself is winding down for the evening, with the sun having slipped below the horizon, but there's a goodly number of people still milling around the clearing, talking about the events of the day. A fair number of kedan children are likewise in attendance, pointedly pretending to not hear the calls of their elders to pack up their things for the night.

They're not human children, but children nonetheless, and a few of them are watching the man whose seemingly materialized from the long shadows cast by Liangken's branches. Oh yes. They can see him. This is just fine.

"Well, what do we have here..." he smirked, bending his tall form down to peer at one of them. They didn't seem afraid; he could fix that.