Harry, was having a grand old time as kettle recognized him, and shook his hand, inviting him to take a seat which he did.  The performer nodded towards the names of who Kettle introduced:  A'shinok or lizard man, Jazz the goblin, and Silcia?  He turned to look at the owner of the name to see the elf girl...  Oh dear... [i]the poor girl I scared out of her wits, by only bringing my daggers out, there were just equipment not weapons for god sake...[/i]  He held his head in his hands as he remembered their meeting which went oh so wrong.  


Thankfully, though she seemed to notice everyone there except him.  One of these days though he was going to have to get her to forgive him if they were to travel together...  An ordeal for another day as he finally was able to get into conversation with his pal Croft! 

He was able to tell his friend of some of his better and worse acrobatic and juggling performances in taverns, telling the man about how he Harry sometimes didn't get paid enough and other times made a fortune.  His pal seemed to appreciate his stories and Harry appreciated Croft's, their conversation went on for quite a while.  

While still in conversation with Croft a older fellow than harry himself interupted their chat, saying his name was 'Bishop Forthwind Cedany' and that he's happy to make acquaintances with everybody. 

 That's fine with harry even though he was a little miffed, as he was interupted from talking with Croft, which after the Bishop finished he promptly went back to.   


Continuing to talk for a while with croft until he noticed a small lady?  She introduced herself as Sarantsatsral and apparently a medicine woman, that piqued his interest.  He kind of skipped over Sara's mention of the her tiger steed?


He turned back to croft, to explain that he wanted to talk to the medicine woman, only to see that he was entranced by something.  Following the man's gaze he noticed a spider lady, an interesting romance story that would make but he decided he was more interested in learning more about Sarantsatsral.  


  Following Sara. over to the table full of foodstuffs, He noticed she was having trouble and passed a bowl she was reaching for to her.   [@orangebox] "I'm Harry, a performer." He said with a slight grin, as he asked her, "Is there such a thing as bad medicine?"

Around this time there were other arrivals, but harry was too busy talking to Sara. to notice.