The two old men leave soon after the start of your next act -- the moustached one passes along an extra silver to you, nodding and sharing his thanks.
Before they leave, a group of nine youths come in, around the barkeeps' age. They're rather rough-looking -- or at least they try -- but already full enough of drink to be jovial. They come to provide the interested audience so necessary to a good show, although one -- perhaps more sober -- seems obliged to stay off at the edge of the group, disinterested in the child's play.
A short while afterward, a chiseled man in a well-worn breastplate saunters in tiredly, hand remaining on the hilt of his shortsword. He makes eye contact with the blonde-haired seeming "leader" of the youngsters, pointing his leather-clad finger first at his own eye, then at the youth: "I see you." The young man merely grins knowingly, and whispers something into the ear of the girl next to him.
The armored man finds a seat at the bar next to the young woman: "Elriah, how goes this evening?" They engage in some polite conversation, but she still seems quick to leave. He seems indifferent to this, and to your show as well -- although as drinks are ordered more and more you seem to become the center of his attention.
Once you clear out, between the youths and this other man take 4 silver and one gold -- the one gold coming from this older man, of course.
(Feel free to backtrack into any conversations you might want in that duration.)
Aerda: You find that these rooms are indeed rather nice, very comfortable, with little touches of decoration here and there -- carving in the bed-posts, a wrought-iron candle-holder -- that, while slight, are really very tastefully done.
As far as your painting is concerned, assuming a relatively small canvas (up to nine square feet), you manage to get the underpainting pretty satisfactorily finished and set to dry. With a layer of color, and a few more layers for nuance, you should be good to go.
