Vanna guides Pavel down the pier. Other festival goers mill about, returning to their own vessels and conferring with passerby. Being the extremely early hours of the morning, everything has taken on an oddly peaceful and quiet air. The festival lights and light houses turn everything into peachy sunset colors despite it being after midnight. Pavel remains hunched over, cheeks tinged green.
Pavel: Mom… I’ve decided… I like ghosts way more than corpses.
Vanna: Poor guy. Couldn’t have KILLED Lady Halea to keep that door closed… Is the fresh air helping?
Pavel straightens, hopeful.
Pavel: Yeah… I… I think… It-- Nope. Bwargh!
At the movement his cheeks color anew and he doubles over at the side of the docks, vomiting into the water off-screen.
Garth: Vanna! VANNA!
Vanna, distracted from her child’s illness, whips her head up at the call.
Vanna: Garth?
They’re partially up the gangplank to the Golden Feronia but Garth runs after them, panting. The passerby look away from their own conversations at his loud interruption. He’s quite out of place, dressed all in blue formal robes while everyone else is in festival costumes.
Garth: WAIT! Please wait… I… may not have any time to explain. Just… Know that something is wrong, and someone like me needs to act quickly. Please-- you need to take THIS.
He holds out the lantern globe he had retrieved from the caves below the shrine. It glows brightly and Pavel takes it obediently. The light makes the green of his complexion stand out even more in his pale face.
Vanna: A lantern? Garth, it’s… it’s beautiful, but we don’t need--
Garth: Yes, you do. Trust me. Stay in it’s light all night. Don’t leave it, NOT FOR A MOMENT.
