From her seat near the bar, Canasta watches the frantic youth enter. She is intrigued by his arrival, and notes those who are responding to his harried request for help. Having finished her bread and cheese she delivers a thank you. After a moment more watching the frantic boy, she finds herself a tad restless. She pulls a small tin pipe from a pocket and sets about playing a low toned tune, more as if tuning herself up, or playing only for her own ears and those who happen to be nearby.
[sblock=Perrinmiller]]Will wait for a Level 1 - 3 run by someone I've not played or am not playing under, PM.[/sblock]