[center][Color=DeepPink][h1]Bozo the Bard[/h1][/color][/center]

Bozo made a big display of leaving the stage seeing as she had only been up there for mere moments, and to happy it would be clear that leaving the spotlight was painful to her, like ripping a band-aid from a still healing wound. With a final rapid burst of musical rantings from her flute she shone thousands of spinning lights around the room like a fantastical disco before hastily slipping back into the crowd. From there, she followed Happy as the burlier man managed to clear a path to where the real party was going.

The real party seemed rather boring to her when she got there. Scholars and nerds alike, especially Arthek and his sheepish words and general book smarts. There were new faces too, the most interesting being a strange Genasai asking rapid-fire questions. It took halfling a moment to gather what they were gabbing about, but she listened intently knowing that Grimi seldom wasted his time with the pedantic pleasantries that might be found outside of a speakeasy. When she realized this was a heist Widry struggled to contain her excitement, but let the others ask questions. Questions that no doubt would have very important answers. In her mind, the thrill of such an enticing mission was enough, especially if it meant spitting in the face of those who had burned her home down years ago. 

[Color=DeepPink]"You hear that, Happy? They need us to steal" She chirped with a giddy tone, bouncing in place as the excitement bubbled over inside her.

[Color=DeepPink]"If you need help then you've certainly come to the right place, Madam!"[/color] Widry announced as she hopped onto the table the group had been mingling over. Brandishing her flute high and standing with in a dynamic pose the tiny clown was grinning ear to ear.
[Color=DeepPink]"It's dangerous, it's exciting, it's filled with tribulations! I am sure this adventure would make for a wonderful song, hahahah!"[/color] She said with a spin before lunging forward to put her face close to the distressed researcher's.
[Color=DeepPink]"Just let me get this grease paint off and I'll be ready. And where Bozo goes, the giggle gang is never too far behind. Isn't that right gang?"[/color]