After Krin finished his ranting speach he only stood there wide eyed stareing into the crowd. "What the?" was all he could say at the moment. He looked around at the crowd staring at him which caused him to slightly blush. Then he noticed the paladin saying 'In the name of the light!' over and over again. Krin swallowed hard as his mind started intertaining gruesome thoughts as to what might happen next. He quickly made up his mind and with a quick bow he stated "Thank you!" Krin picked up his flute and put the strap of his lute around his shoulder then slung it over his back. He grabbed his pot of tips and ran off upstairs hurredly packing up his bags.<br/><br/>"Man some serious stuffs about to pop off and I gotta go!" He complained outloud to himself. He took off his lute then put on his bag then lute again and started walking downstairs. He managed to split the tips in half and place it into a small sack. As he departed he slipped it to his dancing partner and whispered, "I have a bad fealing about this... I'm leaving come with me if you like." He whispered as he hurridly headed for the door wadeing through the crowd.