"Well, then, my erstwhile compatriots," Christian asks, "what sort of trouble shall we get into today? My purse is light - offensively so - though I daresay I can remedy that with a performance or two, come the 'eve. As a matter of fact..." he lifts his hand to wave the serving girl over.
"Milady," he graciously begins once she arrives, "please inform the master of the house that I am well nigh impressed by his establishment, and look forward to patronizing it during my stay in Jewel. However," he continues, allowing his face to take on a shameful, crestfallen look; "after having been upon the road for so long, I find that big-city prices do not sit well with my villagers' purse. Perhaps the owner and I can come to some sort of agreement, then - my services as jongleur and entertainer at the Starline in exchange for a small stipend, as well as room and board for my Troupe and I? Assure him that we do not dissapoint when it comes to making merry and bringing joy to those lucky enough to watch our show."
"Of course," the bard concludes, "should we be unable to come to such an agreement, I will have to take my act to another establishment. I would hate to see the Starline lose business because I am performing at a rival's tavern, but alas, that is simply the way of business."
"Here, for your troubles," he smiles, and slips the girl a gold coin (his last).
After she departs, he turns back to the table and the Troupe. Being careful to shield his words and lips from any interested lookers-on, he says; "Perhaps it would not be an ill idea to see what we can find out about the Inquisition's doings in Jewel, and see if anyone knows anything regarding our mysterious benefactor as well."