"Is zis... your card?" Gabrielle said dramatically, flashing a wide, red-lipped smile as she held up a Jack of Clubs. The man, a travelling merchant who had stopped to investigate the growing affair that was the budding Cirque du Steam, opened his mouth in a gasp as he saw the card.<br/><br/>"How did you...?"<br/><br/>"Simple, my dear man," the clown-painted entertainer remarked, causing the card to vanish behind her cuff with a twirl of her wrist. "...Magic! You vill see zis and much, much more at the Cirque du Steam... ze bizarre, ze beautiful, and things you must see to believe."<br/><br/>Gabrielle had to stifle a giggle at her own hammed-up words. Locals loved this kinda stuff.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>