Lucien had returned to the task at hand and finished cutting Aurel's hair, to which the man thanked him. With that out of the way, once the water had been refilled and everyone had gotten their showers out of the way, the troupe set out on the road again to where they'd be setting up next; Mesquite. 

The Ringleader had been a bit preemptive in his measures to attract the crowd. During their stop at the reservoir, he had sent a couple carnies to town to spread flyers, giving their advertising a bit of a head-start to the day they actually reached town and began their setup. The turnout the first night had been fairly decent. Of all four days, the first night was usually the least busy, considering they would only just be getting the word out. This one was better than their last stop, at least, and by the time the second night came, the difference had been quite large. It seemed they would be going a bit over what he had calculated they might make in this stop, which was of course good news. 

He had decided to make his usual rounds, exchanging words with a family here and there, and would on occasion even give some of the children candy to enjoy while watching the shows, flashing his usual charismatic smile. The Ringleader began to make his way to Geralt's tent, to see how his show was going, considering this was his second one for the night. The first thing he noted upon his approach was the fact that Oscar was not at his usual post at the entrance of the tent. Curious he went inside, through the back, but what he saw was not quite what he was expecting. 

Geralt was sitting at the center of the stage, on a chair, reading a book, as if it was the most casual thing in the world. In the audience was the crowd he had been supposedly entertaining, but instead of their usual engaged and brightened expressions, the audience almost appeared to be in some sort of trance. He recognized this look, from when he had seen Geralt hypnotize people before. 

Was he.. [i]hypnotizing[/i] the entire audience? 

Lucien's eyebrows furrowed deeply, his lips forming into a deep frown, an expression not normally seen on the Ringleader. 

[color=burlywood]"[i]Geralt.[/i]"[/color] His stern voice called out to him, though not too loudly. He wasn't really sure what it took to break people out of a trance. [color=burlywood]"[i]What[/i] in the world are you doing?!"[/color]