Donovan kept up his performance, high energy music filled the tavern while his magic filled it's targets. And the spectacle which unfolded was indeed an unexpected treat, bar fights almost always were. The pleasure of an underground arena without the cover charge. Being a man of modest means, Donovan always did strive to save coin and loved free things. The entertainment that was being provided to him by the gambler only endeared him to the stranger that much more and Donovan made a point to trade names with that man once the fight was over at the very least.<br/><br/>When the man shouted back to him to keep it up however Donovan only rolled his eyes. He had taken the stranger to be clever initially but that simple gesture made him think twice. You didn't draw attention to the bard supporting you with his magic unless you wanted your enemies to take notice of the help he was providing. It could encourage them to change targets and cut you off from whatever spell was lending you an edge.<br/><br/>While Donovan knew his spell would dull the minds of the rowdies and thus make it unlikely for tgem to coordinate against him he also knew it was surly sharpening the mind of the gambler. With that in mind he had to wonder if the man was merely a good gambler and an idiot in all other respects if even with a sharpened mind he would risk the song that blessed him being cut short by the men who wanted to crush him and likely anyone helping him.<br/><br/>Just to be safe Donovan rose from his seat while continuing to play and cast his musical magic as he looked around the room and took inventory of the ruffians. All but one were accounted for and seemed, at least for the moment, to have their attention on the possable clever, possibly moronic gambler. He traced his eyes over the tavern for the final member of the ugly party of five when he spotted him blocking the door out and preventing the cockroach woman with a pretty dress from getting out. While her back was turned to him and he couldn't see the unnatural darkness to her eyes as she attempted to beguile the drunk blocking her path he could sense she was up to something...off. Perhaos it was a gut instinct, perhaps it was the fact that Donovan was well aware tgat many magics called for touch and eye contact and he highly doubted she was being so familiar with such a disgusting man for nothing but something told him she was up to something.