Three figures walked like ghosts among the teeming crowd of revelers that crowded Coral’s streets.  It has been several hours since Freyd had last been spotted at the festival, much to the merchants’ relief.  Here he was again, somehow still soaked to the bone and splattered with mud and assorted aquatic plant-life, like he’d somehow decided to undertake all of Hercules’ labours underwater.  Despite the strangeness of his appearance, his face was a mask of serenity and sadness.  Walking at his s