<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Stoker.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Abraham Solomon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9811695#msg9811695)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>None<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Babel's Tower Foyer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tommy Flanagan, Bella Capri, Open<br/><hr/>Abraham slowly wandered toward the stage as Miss Capri and Mr. Flanagan got close to ending their song.  He was quite thrilled with their performance and even happier that their tunes had inspired others to join in on occasion.  Granted, it was a smattering of already drunk people that knew a couple words here and there but it meant that the patrons were enjoying themselves.<br/><br/>At the end of the song, he gave them both a cue to pause before starting another song.  Stepping up on the small stage, he turned to the eating and drinking crowd, his bright smile once again plastered on his face.  “Let's hear it for our most excellent performers!”  He announced to the crowd and waited as the miners and other patrons hooted and cheered for Bella and Tommy.  Solomon clapped and turned to them.  “Thank you both so much for the wonderful songs!  Please, feel free to take some time for food, drink and much earned relaxation.”<br/><br/>Gesturing for Bella, he waited for a moment to speak to her privately.  “My dear, your voice is just wonderful!”  He grinned at her, genuinely pleased with her artistic skill.  “With the change in plans being what they were, if you need to take some time to wet your whistle and partake in some food before the other performance in the backroom, please feel free to do so.”  He paused for a moment, his smile slipping a little.  “That is, of course, if you still wish to perform in the backroom?  You're pay will be doubled, of course.”  It occurred to him that she may be a bit worn out.  She hadn't been expecting to perform twice on opening night but her skill certainly deserved to be displayed often.<br/><br/>Spotting Tommy once again, he made his way to the pianist.  “Thank you for your performance today, Mr. Flanagan.  I think you'll be a hit here.”  His lips curved.  “Of course, on the nights you chose to perform, there will be pay, of course, as well as free food and drink.”  He was a fan of the arts and was liable to spoil those that chose to work at Babel's Tower.<br/><br/>After he'd fulfilled his duties as proprietor, he took a deep breath and made his way back to Miss. Whateley.  He didn't relish continuing their conversation but, as yet, the young lady hadn't done anything untoward.  That must be some sort of record for a Whateley.  On the walk over, he got his winning smile back in place.  “I'm sorry about that delay, Miss. Whateley.  I just had to make sure that the trouble didn't find it's way into the Tower.”