The magic show was in full swing, backdropped by the towering Spire. But Fulgur sat off to the side, where he and a few others had been pointed to set up first-aid, in case someone's magic got out of hand. And they'd likely to be tending to the wrestling tournament and the obstacle course challengers later too.

A canvas awning had been tied to a rock formation, serving as a shade from the harshest of the Spire-light. On barrels and planks of wood were some supplies, generously gifted by the Palace. They sat in bowls and bottles and other containers, with varying labels.

Fulgur himself, though, sat a bit more out front, his Flock milling about him. He was watching the show, pink eyes peering out into the open space. Oh, ouch, that guy just set himself on fire.

Glancing back at the others behind him, he speaks up, "We might already be getting to work."