Upon arriving in Marigold once again, Gunter looked at a couple of jobs at the guild. Quickly strolled in, took quests, and strolled out. One such job happened to be assisting a performer, so he thought about getting that shitshow out of the way. Personally, he's never been one for carnivals and men in tights, but sometimes one must do what they need to for the coin. And like a prostitute, he sucks it up and takes it.

He heads to the meeting location where he meets his employer, a performer by the name of Magic Mike. He uses his magic to perform basic illusions and con artistry to scam the dullards and degenerates out of their coin because magic is pretty. The man tells him that during the last bit of the performance, he wants Gunter to assist him by holding a rope as he swings across the stage, casting magic to make himself look like some kind of fiery phoenix. "It sounds simple enough", Gunter says.

They see various carnies and freaks strolling about the stage, getting ready as customers are coming in. One such individual that catches Gunter's eye is a woman with three arms. He thinks to himself, "Wow that's impressive. After this show you can jerk off three of your coworkers. That's probably how you get your tip money anyways.". The drooling townsfolk take their seats, and the show begins.

He'd like to say that it was a wonderful performance, but quite frankly it sucked. Right before Gunter was to assist on stage, an individual approaches him, telling him that if he ruins Mike's reputation, he'd get a bit of extra coin on the side. Gunter looks at him and says, "They're basically monsters, I'll do it. They look freakier than the werewolves in Dahlia.".

So when the time came for Gunter to hold the rope as Mike swung around like a phoenix, Gunter waited until he was mid-swing and cut the rope. He'd like to say that Mike just hit the ground and broke his leg. In reality, Mike was in the middle of looking like a phoenix... and slammed into a metal pole, hit the ground, broke his neck and smashed into the ground looking like a jelly filled donut. If that's not going to ruin your reputation, Gunter didn't know what would: the man was talking good shit and got himself killed.

Shortly after, the building the performance was in continued as it was before. A place for vagabonds and drug addicts to squat in while housing the occasional disgusting freak and their family and friends. To this day Gunter still walks by and sees that woman with her three arms doing her magic with her clients in the alley behind the theater.

Gunter meets the shady individual in the back alley. He's got a hood over him, but his sinister smile can be seen just below the hood line. He speaks up and says, "I couldn't have done it any better." while cackling with his hands touching.

Gunter looks at him and asks, "What are you gonna do now?"

"Get a handjob from that sexy beast over there.", he replies instantly, looking at the three armed woman.

That was Gunter's cue to leave. He slipped the gold into his pocket and made his way towards his next job. Something about helping some redneck cousin-fucker protect his sheep from a wolf or something? It was unclear.

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