[She could have almost sworn that this Tarvek had a Beast of his own gnawing at the back of his mind and threatening to take the wheel. But that's impossible. That's simply projection.]

This little pocket of torment doesn't seem to have a place where the dead respawn. So. Maybe she's simply late in coming back. Maybe she's not.

[She steps forward and takes his hand, shaking it firmly. Her touch is like that a of a marble statue, cold and hard.]

When the time comes, I'll be ready.

[And she withdraws her hand.]

For now, you need to ensure your own survival. Avoid drinking the water. Absolutely do not eat the food the carnival gives you. Beware of the rats. Don't ride the rides.