You head to the Big Top.
Its enormous size and garish colors cause a thrill of excitement in you. When you enter you see rows and rows of seats all faced inwards to a larger circular stage. It's empty at the moment though you can see some performers hanging around it and chatting.

Cooper, the Manager of the thespians and entertainer, sits in the stands. From a distance, he’s a beautiful specimen of a Wildclaw. On the large side of species, he is well-groomed and has a classical sculpt to his features. The flowers, beads, and hints of make-up have a professional exactness that only accentuates his handsomeness. You spot a small Fae is whispering in his ear but they pause and fly away as you approach.

When Cooper turns, you can clearly see the other side of his face.
It looks... shattered.
His features have cracked and splintered into sharp points, and there are small glimpses of bone here and there. The flesh has peeled away from his eye in points leaving a milky white orb that sees nothing.
Cooper rises to meet you, nodding as he greets you,
“Ah. Company. How lovely.”
You stare a moment too long, and he gives a small smile that has hints of bitterness.
“Don’t worry. You didn’t take a wrong turn. There isn’t a freak show at this circus.”
Cooper mumbles to himself, “You’d have to find someone here who isn’t one for there to be a point to that.” He continues uncaring if you heard him.
“And while my acting career may have ended, but I think you’ll find my ability to find talent hasn’t. My performers have acts to die for.”
His crest of feather puff in pride and walks past you.
“In fact… I think Brecaryn has been working quite hard on an interactive skit. Perhaps you should go see if she’s finished, and maybe you can be her first test subject.”
He waves vaguely wave his claws at the stage.
“Of course your welcome to stick around here and see whatever act that is about to take place. If something more passive is what you’re looking for. You won’t be disappointed.”

(Talk to Brecaryn or stick around)