At last! The Ancient Culture Exhibition!

As the self-proclaimed authority on everything ARMs-related, of course the Ethos would have some space at the fairground. It has set up an island of several booths that serve as a miniature version of a fantasy gun show.

A few Etones have space to show off some exciting gun'stricks in exchange for charity Gella. There's a booth where ARM-handling safety tips are dispensed with religious teachings in equal measure-- Not that they let people HANDLE them but, you know. Just in case. There is, of course, a recruitment booth for those who wish to hear the Good Word by daylight and fight evil by moonlight.

Display cases are set up to show various ARMs the local branch of the organization has collected over the years. This would be an absolute treasure trove, or more accurately a prime target for bandits looking to ARM themselves, if it weren't also likely the actual most well-defended corner of the fair.

In a less flashy corner of the corner, just out of obvious sight, is a single nun with her own booth. She's ringing a bell, next to a cauldron meant for collecting donations. "Please help rebuild the Calice orphanage!" the nun, who is also a catwoman, shouts out, unable to make herself heard very well over the hustle and bustle of the crowd and the nearby sounds of ARMs fire. "Pleeeease..." she breathes out, slumping over forward. Next to her is also a small table with a pair of nearly identical ARMs are laid out, polished to a mirror sheen. It's unclear whether they're actually part of the exhibition.