[So just to be sure, was the building where RMZX held also the same prison for Mr.Hatter, or is he being held in the Eidesolingkaplaba-airship?]
The news of the race and Mr.Hatter impossible offerings brought out spite from the racers and spectators. The locals still worried and wondered of the whereabouts of their leaders. This seemed like a good time for Sparkvania to usurp the country, but it seems their empress has no plans in doing so. So the people of the red barren lands waited to see what orders their strong and vicious leader would give. Of course there were some subjects who were a nit impatient...
"Hmph, to think I've left my abode to gain nothing at all for our dear Sparkvania" The man in the owl carved coffin spoke.
"Didn't even get my feel for adventure from this race. Twas a disappointing little event, if I may be so bold say."
"Nonesense, comrade. It was a good change of pace, I enjoyed my time in this race. But like you I too wished it was a bit more exciting." Responded the homeless racer, drinking a beverage from the nearby food stands.
"May I ask why a commoner such as yourself is speaking to me so formally?"
"Are we not from the same land? Despite the large gap in our social status, we still want what is best for our country, no?" The man continued to gulp down his beverage as he used his free hand to grab some unattended snacks to stuff in his mouth.
The owl man looked at the hobo with a bit of disgust, mostly for his table manners.
"True, but without the race, there is not much for us to do. Seems we must depart to go back to our dull lives in grand lands." He said, with depressed tone in his voice.
"I wouldn't be so quick to give up. There IS a reason for this sudden turn of events, my coffin loving friend." He told the man, before taking a big gulp.
"...Are you perhaps referring to the true purpose of this race?"
"Of course. There must be good reason why our empress had put a stop in this race."
"Perhaps that reason was something that could truly give us sparkvanians the power to rule over this mechanized utopia they call RPM..." The owl man was intrigued.
"Of course, this is all speculation..." The vagabond continued to devour the meal laid in front of him.
Hermescus of the Athena House curiosity was picked, he wished to find out a bit more about the circumstances responsible for the abrupt halt for the race. He slowly closed down his coffin to lay to rest, but before he had closed the lid completely, a small figure jolted out from the coffin.
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Meanwhile, in the tent sections of the stadium, a masked man was investigating the area thoroughly.