jamaicanviking
One Thousand Club
Jeng began to say something in protest, but the ringleader was gone before he was able to do anything. As much as he disliked it, the man did have a point, and he couldn't just start breaking things because he disliked it; as far as anyone could tell, there was nothing wrong with the arrangement. Jeng looked on at the spirits flying about, staring silently before speaking. "They really don't look hurt," he observed, crossing his arms, "and I guess they don't really seem sad or anything." The Avatar looked more closely for any sign of foul play, but hard as he tried, he found nothing. Jeng closed his eyes, sighing deeply before opening them again. "I need some air," he said, heading out of the booth immediately. He walked through the left side of the aisle towards the exit, ignoring the hushed mutterings of people talking about him as he did so. He briefly caught eyes with a young boy on his way out, smiling at him as he walked past.
Walking out of the tent, Jeng sat on a nearby bench and rested his head in his hands, racking his brain to try and figure out how best to combat the situation.
@Coriandr
Walking out of the tent, Jeng sat on a nearby bench and rested his head in his hands, racking his brain to try and figure out how best to combat the situation.
@Coriandr