The Spotlight

Oh my GOSH I can't believe it! After all my hard work practicing and performing, I'm the interim ringleader of the carnival! I know a clown can't be a ringleader, but the clown code notably has no restrictions for interim ringleader performances. My first night running it went just alright, but I know the third night of the carnival is going to be just the best!
 
I also noticed something off about the management cart that I hadn't had a chance to see so far. The door is padlocked from the outside, rather than having your ordinary lock. What could they want to keep inside more than they could want keeping out?
 
We took a trip into town and I planted the note I forged the night before from the dwarven supervisor on the train station construction site. Sure it's not foolproof, but giving them a reason to believe he's guilty might buy us some time. We still have another night to perform anyways.
 
After my performance I had a shot of gin with Samuel. What a gentleman Samuel is! He did tell me something interesting though, he said I was "expected" as if someone else told him to say that. I don't really get it, but I'm sure it will be clear in time.
 
Finally we went into town once again to complete our heist. I'd say it went spectacularly, but I'm not thrilled with how it went. For one, as a distraction I ripped a bell from my outfit and threw in off into the distance. What if they notice? I'll have to get rid of all my bells now. Or get all silver bells. Or maybe little castanets.
 
There's also just one little itty bitty thing which is that I stabbed one of the guards in the throat, then hid the body with a rug. I ALSO couldn't get into the locked safe. Instead, Gale had to open it. I don't hate working with the guy, but I do hate that if he wasn't there, I might never have gotten into it. I was almost discovered, even.