Welcome

Nara'a is a little taken aback at the festival atmosphere, but it's not so bad. He has a little black digimon in his arms - Botamon, apparently - and he's flicking his tail from side to side as he starts to get into things. Some of the music is a little familiar, so he puts his new little friend on his shoulder and starts dancing along to the beat.

Maybe he'll bump into someone, or maybe someone will dance along with him. Either way he's not going to miss this party - not when it seems like it's going to go for a while yet.



They're Throwing What?!

Now this? This is something he's familiar with. Monsters starting to give people hell? That's some of the stuff he'd dealt with when first becoming an adventurer, and it looks like this is that all over again. He looks around and tries to call people over to help while Botamon starts firing off acid bubbles at the monsters.

"Hey, anyone else around to give us a hand - stop that!" He dodges a pile of 'sludge' and frowns at them, ears flicking back in annoyance.