Elijah had been walking through the fair, managing to get himself to work the fair. It was mostly a skirmish here or there and the occasional pickpocket. He walked around at a casual pace, keeping an eye on things. He liked fairs, but rarely went since it was always funner to go with a friend. He'd gone to one near York once with Wesley and some of his friends and that had been a lot of fun. He looked around at the games he'd have liked to play or rides then he'd move on.

As he continued on, he'd seen a familiar face. The postman was someone seen walking through town to do his job, just as Elijah had to do his. He offered the man a smile and raised his hand in greeting. "Hello, Mr. MacDonald. Beautiful day for the fair, isn't it?"