The circus was coming in in the form of six women in pretty but dirt-flecked black dresses who threw open the doors with flowers in their arms, and a man sniffling as he waved for the horse cart to come closer.

They paused in the doorway, each holding a bouqet of mostly white roses with a red one stark in the middle.

"Sorry for your-" one woman started habitually, cleared her throat, and then said, "where can we find the Wards?"