A well muscled man in the outfit of a circus performer, with a perfectly oiled moustache.

The night circus, a moving troop of performers in red and white tents, shows only for a night. They charge not a coin so that kings and vagabonds can join in equal measure, instead admittance is paid in memories. In truth it is a memory machine to feed a certain archfey, and the performers are not immune to his draining influence.

The strongman of the night circus has been a member for some time, and now he has taken a leave of absence to create some new memories, lest he be consumed by the circus itself