A Renaissance Nightmare

As you start to walk towards the festival, you notice Noraa veering off towards the woods. “Hey man, where are you going?” you yell after him while Chuck beelines towards the main entrance. “I know a shortcut dude. That way we don’t have to spend twenty bucks on tickets that are only gonna last a couple of hours.” You don’t want to risk getting kicked out of the Renaissance festival for breaking and entering, but you have to admit twenty bucks is pretty steep for two hours. Plus you still have your backpack with honey Jack and purple kush. You don’t remember there being a security checkpoint, but maybe it would actually be safer for you to just go the side route with Noraa.