I'm so so sorry for this.
Finally, Sera's lightning knocks out the last of the ringmaster's health. Freezing, stabbing and incinerating the last of the skeletal acrobat adds ends the fight on a high note, though you're not sure you'd ever want to come back here.
Congratulations!
You have gained
140 XP
13 Job points
300 Gilder
The party has looted
3 Hi potions
2 Ethers
2 Paralysis Salve
[Ringmaster's Hat] A fancy hat, guaranteed to draw the eye. Increases threat 150
[Lion Tamer's Whip] A whip used to discipline lions. Slightly raises the power of taming skills 160
[Zombie Clown's Facepaint] A bundle of laughs! Boosts the power of fire spells 300
[Ringmaster's Vestment] The ringmaster's festive clothing. Raises resistance to all status effects. 400
[STABBYFACE] Disciple of cheerful madness and expert at suffering. Skilled at intimidation 900
You stare at the loot, a tad uncertainly. Shimah is the first to speak.
"I believe I could use the vestment, though..." everyone nods, understanding the thought without another word. The other conclusions are obvious but no one seems to want to be the one to say it.
Finally Maya speaks, "I guess I could use the job crystal and the mask would be pretty good for Sera..."
For a moment you imagine it, Sera staring at you with dead eyes sunken in ivory skin. A bulbous red nose hanging above the bright red crescent-moon smile, dripping endlessly with blood. Her gaze follows you, flashing away as you turn ot meet her eyes, giggling faintly when you try on new armor, watching you crawl into bed at night, thoughts hidden behind that manic facade.
"NO" Odd how you and Sera managed to voice the same thought at the same time.
Anshelm hmms to himself thoughtfully, "I think it could work at the inn, but you probably shouldn't use the job anywhere else."
Right, of course Anshelm would object to Maya using that kind of horrifying class given how they're such close friends. That's exactly what he just did and you refuse to remember any differently.
Eventually the unamious decision is reached. You burn all the loot and swear never to speak of the Death Circus again.