Haiaen thought of going to where the men were making all the noises as he could see the gold sporadically changing owners. But when he gave the first step to approach them he stopped, his focus now on the strange purple area he saw there was someone in. With his curiosity piqued, he tilted his head slightly to the left and changed his course. To arrive there without turning his body, he moved his left foot forward and raised the heel of his right. Haiaen then slided his left foot back and repeated the same motion, this time switching the foot he rose and slided until he reached his destination. Without delay, when he arrived there he moved his fingers on the wavering purple thing in front of him, repeating the process whenever the movement stopped.

Lindir would listen to the barkeepers words and gave him a nod of approval. At least it sounded like the rooms would be alright to spend the night in.so Lindir would reach his hand in to his pack and took three gold coins which he then placed on the counter in front of the man. "That should be alright...Thank you." He would respond. He would then glance over to the gnome as he was fully occupied with his little charade in hopes of getting free drinks. But then something else caught his eye. No, it was not the rather strange movements of their cloaked companion but rather the seer that he was moving towards. Accepting the keys to his room he would pocket them somewhere on his coat before heading towards the purple drapes that Haiaen was inspecting. Tho without paying much attention to him he would brush the drapes aside and walk in.

Well within the shadows of the fortune teller's booth he would simply stand there and look down on the old woman. His green magical aura lighting up the area lightly with the small orbs still dancing around where he moved. Trying to feel out the lady and her crystal he was trying to figure out if they were magical. (Preception or Knowledge, whatever you think is best) as well as to check if there was anything particular with the old lady herself (Preception I would assume) Without saying another word however he would then sit down and fold his fingers together as he would simply observe the lady closer with his sharp green eyes.

How could this happen to him! He was the great BamGardo Bywater, brilliant inventor and skilled outdoorsman, the frustrated gnome couldn't understand how he couldn't use his skills to find something useful. Soon Bam found himself seated in the tavern, grumbling about his bad luck. Eventually he came to the conclusion that this attitude would get him nowhere, and in response to his epiphany, he stood up on his chair, his arms outstretched. In his loudest voice, the gnome called out to the whole tavern, "I am BamGardo Bywater, and I am here to fix all your things!" (Perception then Knowledge if necessary) Bam then continued by scanning the room, looking for any takers. He ran out of his gold on the St Christopher, the young gnome being one to find joy in gambling. He needed to earn some money fast, or risk starving.

Success! The giddy gnome grinned and pointed over to the musicians, commenting, "Alright then, clear the stage and I'll start!" After the musicians finished their piece and begrudgingly shuffled out of the performance area in the corner, the gnome calmly hobbled over with his staff and moved all but one of the stools out of the way, propping up the lone stool in the back corner. He then placed his staff against the wall next to him and walked over to the front of the presentation area.

"Greetings, fair people of Thoria! Before you stands Zimmysonmekkasproketitificanster, the puppet master of the Highesthill. Tonight, you shall all witness a magnificent display of two warriors and their quest for the mythic sword named Heizorlansteir." He emphasized his words with broad gestures and subtle expressions, addressing the people of the crowd, especially the barkeep, specifically and generally as he spoke, shifting his attention from one person to groups of people. All the while, he stepped around the stage calmly, gradually starting to produce the movement which would eventually lead to the beginning of his performance.

Zimnis continued his introduction with a great clap as he said, "The story I am about to lay before you is a story of action!" He then quickly posed as if he was lunging with a sword, farcically trying to look tough, and jumped back as he swung his hand up to his face, as if shielding his eyes from the sun. He leaned forward, looking around the crowd as he added, "Adventure!" He then held up his fist and heartily shouted, "Valor!" With his fist still clenched, he hit himself in the back and squealed, "Betrayal!" Zimnis then returned to an even standing position and commented, "and, of course, it will be a story of fantastical wonders, as you have never seen!" [Charisma check to see how many crowd members notice him, and how they react to his introduction]

The puppeteer then bowed to the crowd and pulled out his two puppets, both humanoid, featureless, wooden dolls attached to strings, which were attached to complex wooden lever-like devices which Zimnis held on to as he walked back to the stool in the corner of the room. He hopped onto his stool and grinned, shouting, "I present to you," he then paused for emphasis, summoning the magical energies to his hands as he pictured the two figures in his mind. The gnome detailed each familiar fold and crevice of both puppets, one a short, armored and armed humanoid figure with a highly detailed face, and the other a stout, hairy and roughly dressed dwarven figure with a war-hatchet and a full animal bladder, once again, with a highly detailed face.

Then, as he opened his eyes, he released all of the magical energy from his hands into the puppets, summoning the two life-sized puppets before him with a blinding flash of light and smoke. [Light magic check for the quality of the figures]