Ahh. The goddamn carnival. It's a really a hectic crash fest full of smoking fellas and frivolously dressed ladies. A homesick Aghur was here for the carnival, even when it was entirely planned, thump by thump, by the ridiculous Dutch East India sponsored nobility. His brother Sidar, however, sadly died of disastrous measles complications a week ago.
No wonder why he has to wait to reunite with his own pretty looking wife! Meanwhile, Suyodhana plans to takeover the local underworld of Pangkoh, but its antagonistic resident gangsters aren't amused. For Aghur's own safety, he must tell Hadrami Arab immigrant janitor Hamid Ibn Namour about the atrocities behind the making of the carnival, anyway..
'For fuck's sakes, we just don't understand how incomprehensible the colonial Dutch nobility really is!', Aghur sobs. 'Shut up!', Namour snorted.