Hands noted the newcomer and waved his direction, smiling. It was a small group, but that made it better actually, because of the intimacy. Perhaps he should play something slow and melodic on the fiddle, something to ease the tensions of the world, he mused. Perhaps after this 15 minute break he would. Besides, pretty lady at the closest table seemed amicable. Maybe he would introduce himself.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="4695" data-username="@MonsterMistress" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4695/">@MonsterMistress</a><a class="username" data-user-id="6139" data-username="@boulder_guppy" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6139/">@boulder_guppy</a><a class="username" data-user-id="5743" data-username="@Briker" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5743/">@Briker</a>