<table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">Many people considered the gypsies to be the life of a party for they bring the party with them. However, as it has been demonstrated by this here Inn, you didn't need gypsies to have a party. The population of the Inn grew steadily, on foreigner pushing open the doors at a time. First, a man with a long sword that looked like it should be illegal in a place like this, then an obvious viking. Vikings weren't generally liked by the public, much like the gypsies weren't, so Yeeru knew how much of a pain it must have been to come all the way here to sign up for a school filled others not like themselves. But he seemed comfortable enough anyway for he made quite an entrance practically declared his intent to enroll as if he was already accepted. Not to mention getting a hard drink that Yeeru thought would be too early in the day to drink. Especially with this "meeting" the next morning. <br/><br/>But when the young man was done people watching, the same girl who had let him borrow her pencil came over an sat down briefly next to him, asking about sitting with one another at lunch and something about a performance. "Sure." Yeeru smiled at her. "But I think the application covers the cost of food for today." That's at least what that woman said. Whatever her name was. Performers usually got paid when they performed, so it didn't surprise him that she got money for playing. That's how he made his living after all. " I do." He crossed his arms at the question. Gypsies danced and played quite a lot, it's how they made money. But he didn't know why it was important at this moment in time. Did she want him to dance with her or something? <br/><br/></span></span></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">But after her questions were answered, she left to be the front door greeter to all the other guests who entered. There was someone named Garth, and the Viking had yet to state his name. But both apparently were interested in the school. The idea of both of them made Yeeru feel better about applying. Because now he knew he wasn't going to be the only guy there. He glanced around again and looked at the red head, who was also looking at him. <br/><br/>"There's a seat here." He patted the seat next to him, offering her a closer position to the group. <br/><br/>She blinked in frustration,"I'd rather not." <br/><br/>Of course not. Thanks Algernon for screwing that up. Yeeru simply and looked at the other applicants.</span></span></span></td></tr></table>