The entire time, Dix was floating around him, invisible to everyone else, often times hovering near his instrument. At the middle of all the festivities Ingoleth answered her pleas, distancing himself from the gathering only to change his appearance into Salman Beriedfolk and grab his Harp, leaving everything else somewhere hidden.
Walking towards the backstage with a slight smile, he begun playing his stringed instrument before going up to the stage. With the assistance of his ghost sounds, he increased his harp's volume, silencing everything else by the sheer loudness of his instrument. After the short intro and using his illusory images, the sands were raised to the shape of trees covering the entire event before changing the texture into what looked like actual wood. In synchronicity to his music, the trees sprouted leaves which later turned into scales, falling from the trees and hovering above everyone's heads, out of reach, riding an illusory wind.
The moment everyone's attention was in his illusions, he infused his harp with mana and played his cunning tune, inducing awe, as the trees turned into fluffy snow which froze quickly and broke, the sparkling tiny pieces and snowflakes glowing as they remained out of reach. Thats when the feast begun, syphoning mana from everyone until he couldnt feast no more, as he slowly backed out of the stage and disappeared, along with his illusions. Recovering the stuff he hid before the performance, he went to the inn and paid for a room before calling it for a night, well fed.

The next day he woke up to find four of his Harp's strings missing. He was pretty sure that he didnt break them during the performance, but after hearing about the townspeople missing things too, he figured there was a thief among them, and what a thief.. What need do they have of strings? Having no way to fix his Harp without returning to portea, he roamed around the town, taking in the uninspiring yet unique sights of the town, mainly around the temple and the market district.