It was less the concept of a party that drew in Zexion so much as the possibilities offered - not by the fair itself, but by the people at the fair. After all, what better way to find out what was weighing on people's minds? And with any luck, no one would figure out who the bookish-looking young man in jeans and a faded T-shirt really was.

But that was of lesser concern and could be dealt with when and if it came up. For now, it was time to simply mingle and watch.