Even night time in this place was much to hot for Thorfinn's liking, like with his past experiances with world travels, every place seemed hot when his heart ached for the chill of snow and ice. Still, he was an adventurer at heart, and a new world called to him. He had spent most of his day fishing in the hot sun since it was free.

With the sun long down and the heat still around, Thorfinn moved quietly through the Carnival, it was unlike anything he had ever seen before. He had a pair of tunic pants on, but no shirt. He didn't usually like to display his scars, but, tonight he figured few would pay mind yo him. It was hot, and it was about the only way for him not to let the humidity choke him. He was following a smell more than anything as he walked past the merriment around, the smell of cinnamon had caught his attention. Spicy, hot and sweet, it made him curious to find that smell.