Amid the sea of tents, with some doors and flags flapping gently in the days breeze, Takashi is strolling and adding notes to a parchment at the same time. Not having really tracked his movements, the athletic Lion finds, when he's done with his notes, that he's not entirely sure where he is.
Hmm. Being lost would be terribly unbecoming. And I can't be too far from my tent...
His eyes continue to dart around the tents and people nearby. But, try as he might, the usually smiling Lion isn't doing as well as he thinks at appearing like everything is fine.