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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dave_o" data-source="post: 1057637" data-attributes="member: 2933">During Christian's performance, the conversations near by quiet a bit. While the establishment is too vast for the entire place to be held in thrall, the patrons sitting nearby, mostly merchants, smile and look upon Christian in slight awe. It has, perhaps, been a time since a performer of his caliber has sang in Jewel. As his poem finds an end, soft applause eddies through the nearby tables, and several silvers bounce upon the tabletop (around enough to make a gold). Steeled nerves or no, it seems that everyone at the table is touched - even the dark figure that is Kail.A few moments later, all that remain at the table are Christian, Carrie, and Zinovii. The Starline seems to remain in full-boom, though most of the mercenary-types have seemed to retire upstairs. Working through the crowd, you see your serving girl, and she leans over to Christian's ear, whispering, "The man of the house says your room is free, excellent singing, sire." She, of course, bows slightly before quickly scampering away.OOC: Zinovii strains those pointed ears of his to read conversations around him, but most of what he picks up are whispers pertaining to himself. "I thought all the Elves were gone?" "He doesn't look like a sailor." "I hope he's no trouble."</blockquote>