Alistarr was amazed at just how well their city was faring. Last time he'd been out of the castle and actually allowed to look around, the buildings had been far worse off, the people nowhere near as cheery. "My... So much has changed..." He said softly, more to himself than to Octavius. Back then, his father had only just taken control of the kingdom from his older brother. The man had been a greedy old fool, keeping the Kingdom's riches for himself, taxing the people nearly to starvation. Then he'd fallen ill- some said he was poisoned, though the word of a servant wasn't always true- and Alis' father had taken the throne.

He watched the performance for a while with Octavius, before he was distracted by some decadent scent wafting in on the breeze. "Octavius.... what in the world is that smell?" He asked, sniffing a bit, to see if he could figure it out, or where it was coming from at the very least.