Swamped

"I'm not sure that I can..." you begin, but they start talking again immediately.

"Do you ever feel like, at your age, you've seen it all? Because if so, we have the perfect show for proving you wrong."

"I can't say that's something I've been thinking recently," you mutter. It's already clear that you aren't an active participant in this conversation.

"You definitely don't want to miss it! This is our last show before we leave town. Soon as it's over, we're packing it up and heading out to the next stop. It'll be at Patterson's, and it's starting in less than an hour!"

The other person walks over and grabs the eager promoter.

"We weren't done talking, you know! Just like you, always looking to sell one more ticket..."

"It's not about the money, Julia! It's about letting another soul be entertained."

"I'm certainly interested, but I'm not sure if I'll have the time," you say, moving away slightly. "It looks to be a busy night."

"Oh? Are you with the, ah, specialists?" the eager one asks. "Terribly sorry if that's the case, I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Julia" is giving them a look that suggests they said too much.

Now you're wondering if these two know something about the funny business happening here. Perhaps the show is meant to be a diversion, to keep this town's night owls from finding out too much. It might be worth your time to learn a little more. Then again, perhaps you should hurry to Flame, since you haven't really got any other place to turn for help.