For the most part all he gains as a reward for his performance is applause and getting to witness the expressions of shock, though a few patrons put one or two coins in the glass. When it looks like no one else is going to pay, he lifts his leg up, still balancing the glass, and takes it with one hand. If he didn't already look energetic before, he definitely is now. Nothing quite like filling one's pouch after a solid performance. He places the glass down and leaps off of the counter, rolling as he lands and skipping a few steps as he goes to leave. Both in his eagerness to investigate the ship and his eagerness to leave before anyone starts asking him questions. He has yet to plot out the grand lie and he would much rather not being painted into a corner. Or at least, not a corner full of drunk sailors.

Anataaoerki practically launches himself out the door and into the salty night air. As a testament to his tale, a chill wind washes over the area. He straps his lyre to his belt and runs to the edge of the closest pier. A small crowd has gathered already, watching the ghostly ship sail ever so slowly. He hops from foot to foot, anxious and excited by the series of events. It looks like it's going to crash into the docks soon, which is perfect. Maybe not for those that will have to repair it. But definitely for him as it saves him having to row out to it. He's always wanted to go on a ship. Why not have his first one be haunted? Oh how he hopes it's haunted.