Nancy
*Ehakli had been listening to one of the other tholians about her give their estimations of profit for what they would be willing to share when she felt the warm touch of a fire macen's hand taking hers. She made no jerk of reaction, slowly turning her attention away from the financier to look upon this strange newcomer, one of her nails gently digging pressure into one of the joints of the macen's pinky that worked in tempo with the spread of smile across her dark lips, violet eyes burning into focus upon this interloper requesting subtlety. The company about them paused for a moment to acknowledge the new presence at the table, but seemed far more interested in returning to their discussions of business, though one would quietly offer to her the removal of this macenlike.*

"Tis the season I suppose, Haermi, blessed is the Serpent." *Ehakli quietly responded to the offer, this Haermi giving a tut in acknowledgement before offering their own questions to the fellow trying to sieze more space for their goods upon the ship charter. Another at the table muttered something derogatory about escaped slaves, but seemed to then fall into line with pretending this was all fine. The handheld lady in blue and white silks set her papers down, and placed her hand overtop his holding her other with the sharp nail.* 

"I had hoped you would come, dear acquaintance; it has perhaps been too long since I've enjoyed the festival in it's entirety." *Her eyes flitted to notice the guards in wake, and looked back to the macen with a growing hunger for entertainment.* "Have you come to finally sing to me your devotions here in front of everyone? Your previous letter, I must admit, stirred me into anticipation." *It seemed co-operation was something part of a game at this table.*
Eugenia
*Jason sighed in relief as the lady in the Blue took it pretty well. He was ready to run just in case this effort of his was to be failed. Calming down a bit, he felt the lady's nail dig into his pinky as he gave a little flinch upon contact. He could not afford to talk loudly as it might gather too much attention to him.*

*From what he could tell about this lady, she seemed quite rich and well off. Perhaps on another day, she would've been one of his targets to steal from. But for now, all he could showcase was his gratitude.*

*As the guards started approaching their location, he was about to say something as he was interrupted by the lady.*

*After listening to her, he muttered under his breath:*

"Tch. Why do I have to get bothered by this shit?" 

*Jason calmly stood up as he left the lady's hand and took out his flute. If he was to get out of this mess, he had to do this. Giving one sharp look to the lady again, he said:*

"Not the certain tune that you might be wishing for. But I certainly do have one for you. I must request you to join me. An admirable and celebrated singer as yourself shouldn't be sitting out here doing nothing."

*If he was going to do it, he'd take the lady with him. He put his own lips to the flute and beckoned the lady to come join him. If he was going to be a source of entertainment, he sure as hell was going to get some entertainment himself.*
Nancy
*There was a flash of interest in her eyes when she witnessed an unexpected flute produced from this unknown macen vagabond. A smirk curled from her painted lips as she rose from her seat, a free hand gently resting at one of the other tholians who had moved theirs over a dagger on their belt.* "Always the flatterer, you. As a lady of the court I of course would be obliged to make art with you in the celebration of Spring." 

*One of the other tholians chided lowly.* "I'd celebrate you more admirably if you'd settle this dispute with our ship to Runra, Ehakli."

*As guards began looking about among the folk about the cafe, Ehakli threw a dismissive wave.* "I'm still interested in hearing Ilnistis's rebuttal before I could make a more sound vouch for investment. Let us cool our tongues, and let our ears take us for a delightful distraction, my suitor demands the customary right." *She then looked to this macen with a rather devilish affect.* "Play on then, player. Let us entwine our devotion to the arts."
Eugenia
*Seeing the other tholians bring their hands near their blades, with one hand resting on the flute, Jason gently showed the katana which was hung by the side of his body and winked as if to send a message to the people that if they wanted a fight, it would definitely not be one sided.*

"Of course My lady. As one of your suitors, I would be of the utmost gratefulness if you do." 

*Seeing the guards gaze land on them, Jason once again held the hand of the lady dressed in Blue as he helped her get up. *

"To the arts it is."

*He left her hand and put his lips once again to the flute. This time, he first made a high pitched sound from it before starting to hum a tune. Soon the tune turned into a melody of beautiful and well practiced notes. It was one of Jason's self written melodies.*

*He opened his eyes and gave the lady a quick glance as if asking her to go along with it and add some lyrics to it. He kept swaying his body with the tune as he waited for her to sing.*