Some folks would argue that napping and resting your eyes are two different things. Oray would consider these folks amateurs. Napping, she’d say, is the act of going sleeping for a short enough span of time that you didn’t simply turn in for the night. [i]Resting your eyes,[/i] however, is a far more involved process. You’ve really got to get into the sweet spot between asleep and awake and stay there. Resting her eyes is, generally, fairly unprofessional but so long as Oray reacted to sound no one could tell she’s doing it. For instance, there’d be no way for Lon to know that she absolutely was not watching his back as he played so long as she perked her head up when she was called. 

Overall Lon had been an easy gig except when he called on her to [i]do things[/i] during his performances. A faceless veil stares at him from across the way and beneath it Oray is giving a stink eye that’d be impressively cantankerous were it not hidden. She’s only ever been good at two things: hiding and shooting. Oray had come to find that shooting indoors was by and large frowned upon which made her no real help at all. 

“Do a flip!” Heckles Oray, helpfully. She’d have been content but her stomach rumbles. Loudly. Right, that’d been why she was resting her eyes in the first place. He’s hungry, she’s hungry, the town is miserable, and slowly but surely it’s creeping onto Oray like some horrid disease. She misses the road. She wants an ale. She should’ve been a bounty hunter like her grandfather. “Minor key it, Lon!” She offers, slightly more helpful than the last time. It seemed the time for a sad, well placed shanty. 

Figuring she’s done enough slacking Oray gives the room a good once over. She’d come to find that there’s a surprising amount of people who will readily hit a bard and she’s not sure why. Sometimes the song dragged out too long. Sometimes they’d smiled at the wrong person. Either way it helped to have a good look around once per song to see if anyone was rarin’ for a swing be it at Lon or at someone else. She was hoping she wouldn’t have to escort him out of a bar fight. Again.