As they entered the town, they heard noise in the distance, yet no soul seemed to be in the outskirts of the town. They quickly advanced toward the origin of the sounds at the town center. When they arrived, they came across a mob chatting, laughing and playing around in the small area surrounding a wooden building, behind it was the top of a huge tent.

Bolvar scanned the perimeter with his eyes and when he returned to look towards his friends, only Henry was present. Bolvar walked among the crowd for a minute before stopping two drunken men to ask "Excuse me, what is all this commotion about? Is something happening?" the drunk men blinked a few times before one has answered "You really don't know? When have you come here that you don’t know?" Bolvar looked confused "We only just arrived, is something about to happen?" One of the drunk men, the one who yet to speak, responded with laughter "You really don't know? Hey Joe, he really doesn't know! Oh, wait till it's dark and you'll see. Just go inside quickly while there's still space inside."

Rolen, disguised as a peasant, using his powers, strolled among the people, listening to bits of conversation to fill his time. After some time he came across two old men playing a board game speaking amongst themselves. "This is really out of hand, all the people who assembled here.", "Well, with her here, it's only expected." Rolen joined the conversation, trying to discover what happens in this town. "Who is she? What's going on here?" one of the two old men, who was with his back to Rolen, turned around and half laughing, half coughing, spoke "You youngling will like it, just go to the tavern." Rolen thanked the two and went on his way, but not before switching two of the game pieces on the board.

Emilia, lured by the sound of music, was the first of them to enter the tavern, which even so early in the day, was full of people drinking and laughing. All the chairs and tables that usually dotted around the room were stacked in one corner of the building, by the counter. In the front of the establishment was a raised performance stage and on it a group of halflings and gnomes playing music to the people standing inside. "May I join you?" Emilia said from the floor by the stage with her lyre in hand. The gnome playing a harp returned her answer. "Do you know to play it?" Emilia jumped onto the stage and joined the music after a moment of uncertainty as she tried joining mid song.

Henry asked around the square for people of this town, who appear to be a few between the stream of outsiders. After a long time he came across an old lady who seems to be living in the town. "Excuse me miss, where may be a bookstore here?" The lady smiled to him and answered, "If you search for books, you ought to find Reginald, he is the only one selling them in this town.", "And where is this Reginald's home?", " You go to this ally, than you turn left, than after three houses right, it's your fourth house on the left." Following the lady's instructions Henry stroll in the empty town, finding the house he asked for was locked and the room beyond the windows dark. Rather than return to the noise of the tavern's surrounding, Henry decided to sit by one of the houses in the outskirts of the town and read to his enjoyment.

Bolvar entered the tavern, quickly spotting Emilia on the stage, playing with the band. Looking around some more, he found Rolen hidden amongst the beams supporting the structure's roof. "What's this severe expression for? Take a drink, relax and enjoy yourself. The main show will begin soon." A dwarven barmaid appeared behind Bolvar, holding multiple mugs in each hand. " Who is performing?" Bolvar turned to face the dwarf. "You'll see, why won't you take a drink for now and enjoy the show? I'll give you one on the house." Bolvar took one of the mugs from the barmaid and sipped as he watching her jogging to give refills to those who call her.

By night there was no space to stand nor sit in the overly filled tavern, those who found no space on the floor stood on the tables and counter. Quiet anticipation lingered in the room as from the door behind the stage came a woman. All eyes were drawn to her beauty, with her tanned skin and starless night hair. Emilia recognized the great performer who stole all the attention in the tavern merely by walking in. She saw her in meetings of the greatest bards in the world, when she accompanied her teacher. Before her stood one of the four members of the bard council, Kana Belken.

Her voice was smooth and clear "Thank you all for coming here today and thank for miss…" Emilia responded was somewhat hesitant in front of the great bard "e… Emilia, Emilia Chorus." For a sliver of a second there was a dark gleam in Kana's eye. " Thank you Emilia for joining my band in sweetening the audience time. Now if you may?" Emilia jumped gracefully off the stage and joined the crowd and got a few pats on her back.

Kana stepped to the center of the stage and said "It feels good to be with people like me, you see nobles don't understand us, they don't know what it's like down here and that why I prefer to play music to people like you. Playing to you is much better than playing to any heartless noble, so, this show is dedicated to you." Before the band began preforming their music and Kana began singing, sweeping the entire room.

When Henry raised his head from his spellbook, there was no sign left of the sun in the black sky. While a crescent moon shined above, all the stars, but a few were hidden by the light of the tavern and the one from his ruby tear. There was singing, a beautiful voice unfamiliar to Henry's ears. He stood up and strolled along the dark, empty streets of the town, heading toward the only place where there appear to be any activity. As he came clove to the building's side wall, he noticed that in front of the giant tent there were two men in armour, looking with a sad expression toward the barnlike building where the performance is undergoing.

"Stop right there, under the caravan's leather's order no one is to pass through." Henry stepped in front of the guards and answered "I don't want through, but don't you want to go inside the tavern and watch the show?" the guards looked suspiciously at the old human. " Of course we want, but someone has to stay and guard this place. We can't have thieves come in by night." "Stupid short stick. I want to see Kana preform."

Henry looked at the gnomish guards with an understanding expression. "What if I'll replace you on guard duty so you could go inside?" The guards looked at each other and then at him. "But then you won't be able to go in." "I don't like this kind of things either way, so why won't I replace you here, while you go inside?" One of the guards answered in a firm voice. "Without the caravan leader's approval, I sadly cannot accept your offer." Henry responded instantly. "So where can I find this caravan's letter?" "Gerry? He is inside of course, he'll never miss a performance by Kana." With this new objective, Henry went inside the tavern.

The room was filled to the brim with people's cheering, as loud as they truly are, muffled by the band's playing and the beautiful tanned girl, which he presumed to be called Kana. Trying to call Gerry's name, he concluded that he'll need a better vantage point to properly search for a single individual in this sea of people. Henry scanned the room, finding towers of tables in an ideal location at the back of the room. A gust of sudden wind surrounded him with torn pages from his backpack, after hiding him of view the paper moved toward the tallest stack of tables where Henry appeared once again in a whirlwind of paper that returned to his backpack after.

Henry called again "Gerry!" and a Dwarven fellow beside him on the table answered in just as high voice "Yes? What do you need?" Henry turned around and stared at the dwarf's shaved face. "Are you Gerry?" confused by the question the dwarf responded "I answered when you called me right?" suspicious of the dwarf Henry asked again "Are you Gerry, the leader of the caravan outside behind the tavern?" The expression on the dwarf's face changed a multitude of times in the second and a half before his response. "I have absolutely no idea who is the Gerry you're looking for but it's like one of the most common names in Dinivin."

Henry, decided not to follow on his failure conjured Gerry's name behind the preforming woman. While most of the audience appears to give no regards to the beautiful script, some individuals seem to move on comfortably and one individual began shuffling towards the exit at the far end of the building, by Emilia and the stage. In another gust of wind and paper have returned him to the entrance, from which he stepped to the bunching crowd trying to push his way through.

The crowd was extremely dense and all his attempts to push through ware met with disappointing results. For every ten seconds of tirelessly trying to move forward towards the gnome while avoiding being crushed or trampled by the people in the cheering mob, which are mostly reaching his thigh, he could only manage to move but six to eight feet. For about half a minuet Henry, exhausted whatever energy he could muster without decreasing the distance between himself and the gnome before abandoning the notion.

About half an hour has passed since the show began and Emilia's eyes ware fixated on the Kana, who moved according to the crowd responses as if performing with them and not for them. Filled to the brim with emotion, unable to continue to analyze the show, Emilia subconsciously sent her hand to her lyre and played a single note. As her mind was unclouded once again and her eyes moving to and fro between Kana and the crowd, an older looking gnome pushed her aside, looking frantically about before running outside, chased by a pygmy owl.

Back on the table, torn pages flew into Henry's backpack as he adjusted his glasses position from their crooked state and tidy his robes. He looked around again, taking a moment before finding his target pushing his way through the first line. In a moment of panic, Henry whistled and pointed at the gnome, sending Icarus, his spectral pygmy owl, to hinder the gnome's progress before creating a weak whirlwind, which take but a couple of pages from his backpack and dropping them into the crowd. After a deep breath, Henry jump on the sea of hands raise in cheers and surf to the front of the crowd, being hit on the thigh by a fist and on the back by a paper ball.

Somewhat after thirty minutes after the performance began, bolvar felt a tag on his tabard. Looking down, he saw a young looking halfling girl, "Can mister please throw me up?" Bolvar stared at her for a long moment before shrugging. "Sure." He picked the girl up and threw her as high as he could. The halfling, now flying in between the roof's beams noticed a human lying on one of the beams "Hello." He waved her back before she fell to the crowd's hands and was moved along to the front. Bolvar felt another tug on a tabard, and another on his chainmail shirt. One by one sharpened ears halflings and South gnomes asked him to throw them up so they will surf the crowd and one by one for the rest of the performance people were sent flying.

Ever since the gnome passed by, people started falling from above the crowd to Emilia's right and left, distracting her from her analysis. From her left a familiar looking man in sapphire one fell on his face. Emilia swallowed a laugh and extended her hand to help Henry up. He takes her hand and stand up just in time for a dwarf to fall on him, pinning him to the floor. She chuckled lightly as Henry rose once again and bolted outside.

Henry ran around back to the caravan and tents, finding there the huffing and puffing gnome. "It… It was you, wasn't it? The message, and the cursed beast." Icarus perched on Henry's shoulder, looking extremely proud of himself. "Sorry for the sketches. I wanted to ask you something." The gnome's face reddened even more than they wared already "All this… for a single request?" "Well, they said that if I wanted to release them from guard duty I had to speak with you." The gnome, now wobbling in a drunk rage pointed at the guards "You, you can go. And you…" He pointed at Henry with a wobbly finger. "Don't ever let him pass. Ever." The guards, rejoiced to be released ran to the tavern as their employer wobbled inside and Henry left exhausted alone with his owl.