Tears threatened to fall from his eyes as Carrion listened to the end of the bard’s tale. He blinked rapidly and swallowed a big gulp of water to control his emotions.  He pushed his plate away, finishing the food as he had listened to the bard spin her stories. He barely remembered eating the food much to his regret. It had smelled so good and he bet it had tasted just as good as well.<br/><br/>He watched the young lass exit from the stage as the next performer entered. Carrion wondered how this new guy would follow such an emotional performance. Best luck to him. He looked around and tried to find a way to the back of the building. Unfortunately, it seemed that besides the stage itself, there was no entrance from the front. He turned to the gentlemen sitting at the table next to him, a very well dressed gnome sporting a few very shiny rings.<br/><br/>“Sir,” Carrion said, “how do the actors get to the back stage?” he asks. The gnome turned and looked at the Mongrelfolk like he had just smelled something rancid.<br/><br/>“Why is a Half-orc like you even doing up here?” he said in a high-pitched tone. “Scrounge together enough coppers to see how your betters live I take it?” The sneer he gave would have made the Master proud. “Isn’t it obvious that there is a back entrance behind the building for the performers? Now leave me alone before I get security to throw you out.” The noble gnome turned away from Carrion and went back to eating his meal.<br/><br/>Carrion blinked a few times, straight faced as he quickly recovered from the tongue lashing. As lashing’s he’s gotten in his life, he’d rate it up there perhaps in the top 40…maybe 50. He gave the man a smile, showing his somewhat pointed teeth, turned and walked out of the building.<br/>The bustle of the street had died down slightly and he didn’t feel as compressed as he had from earlier. He worked his way around the building and found the back entrance. It was a simple door and it had a rather large and menacing looking Orc standing guard at it. He was dressed in well kept black pants with a similar vest across his chest. His arms were bare though Carrion doubted that any shirt would fit on a man that large.<br/><br/>He looked to see if anyone was watching before calling upon his wings and taking flight. He soared up and landed atop the building, just overhead the guard. He took a deep breath and let out a thin stream of noxious fumes the soon enveloped the Orc. He sniffed and his grey skin took on a green hue. His hand clamped over his mouth and he ran over to a nearby trash can, unloading the contents of his stomach into it. Carrion floated down quietly and quickly stepped into the building before the guard had a chance to see him.<br/><br/>With a click, he closed the door behind him and now he was in the backstage of Gailan’s. It was quiet except for the occasional burst of laughter that wafted in from the front stage. He heard footsteps coming his way and he panicked for a second. His head shot back and forth, looking for a place to hide. None. He spotted a rack of costumes and dashed over there, standing in front of it with his back to the sound. Carrion made a big show of looking through the costumes, as if he was desperately and intently searching for ‘just the right one’. The footsteps drew closer and closer and Carrion started to panic. They paused for a second, seemingly inches from him, and then slowly start to move away. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in a big sigh of relief.<br/><br/>Looking up from the rack of costumes, he looked around for where Kivaira could be. Since she had just finished a show, more than likely she was in her dressing room. He decided to follow the sounds of the footsteps. Perhaps he would get lucky and it would lead him to Kivaira.<br/><br/>Luck was on his side when his enhanced ears picked up the faint voice of a woman. “Ms. Kitril, if you are all set I can take your dress to be cleaned. Also, I just want to say that your last story was your best one yet.” A voice responded but he was unable to make it out but it was most certainly that of the bard in question. He turned a corner towards the sound to see the back of a young woman going down the hall, dress being held carefully in her arms. As quietly as he could, he made his way down the hall and stopped at the door with Kivaira’s name on it. Opening the door, he steps in.<br/><br/>“Kivaira Cayosinmiirik Kitril D’ Lyrandar, I am Carrion Longbreath. I need your help.”<br/>