Silas danced, his street corner was overflowing with people wanting to watch him. He was the youngest journey man in the Dancers Guild in over twenty years. The audience listed to the music of the band as intently as they watched him, transfixed by his hypnotic movements. Then, suddenly, he stopped, the last musical notes hanging in the air.
Silas bowed theatrically low. Over the thunder of adulation he exclaimed Thank you all! I am glad to entertain you with my show. Silas again bowed low. I only ask for a few coins to feed my band of merry minstrels and myself; we have been together for longer than I even remember and I wish for them to have a joyous day during the Festival of Zaroth. The band had only been hired for the day, but they were used to this, all Dancers talked this way to the crowd. People were tossing coins in front of Silas while he was bowing. Most were copper obols, but some threw silver reals, even a gold diram found its way into S