[ Daryl is covered in blood up to the crook of his elbows but he pauses beside the observer, still reeking of gore and sweat. The question clues him in that this is someone new, someone he hasn't seen around here before. He clocks the glasses too, a little odd and out of place as the sun finishes setting, but maybe the stranger just doesn't want everyone to know who he's watching. Daryl chucks the heart he's just finished removing into one of the waiting baskets and grabs a towel as he gets down off the low stage. ]
You don't know the half of it, man.
[ He has to soak the towel again and rub hard to get most of the blood off. He's done enough to prove he belongs for today. He's had enough of the festival altogether and this task had been the easiest he'd found himself snared in. ]
Festival
You don't know the half of it, man.
[ He has to soak the towel again and rub hard to get most of the blood off. He's done enough to prove he belongs for today. He's had enough of the festival altogether and this task had been the easiest he'd found himself snared in. ]
How many days?