<div class="floatright">(http://artfiles.alphacoders.com/666/thumb-66636.jpg)</div><br/>The others introduced themselves, and Rha gave a wave, but decided to give her own name just in case.  "Just for the sake that anyone who doesn't get to see any good performances doesn't feel left out, you can call me..."  The pause wasn't only so much for dramatic effect as to spend a half a second mentally preparing the cantrip.  "Rha!"  A brilliant flash of light and sound filled the immediate area, leading one of the drunks to dive for cover.<br/><br/>Huevar's words, though, gave Rha a bit of concern.  The others had been there, and she thought she'd been here yesterday as well.  Had she been introduced to everyone and simply not remembered?  Once she got started on the ale, it wasn't easy to stop.  She took a mental recap of everything she could remember from that night...<br/><br/>Insisting to a half-orc that she could scale the Yawning Portal without using her arms and legs...telling everyone that she was tired of Waterdeep and wanted to go to "Balls-deep"...singing someone a song that she explicitly explained was NOT a love song and how she wouldn't write them a love song...having a talk with one of the guards about how putting a paper bag over her head and proclaiming herself as a Masked Lord of Balls-Deep could get her arrested if the guard wasn't in such a good mood...challenging a monk of the Thousand Hands Way to tongue-fu...singing "How deep is your love" to the hole...nope, nothing about these other people that she could remember.  Everything was fine.  Thankfully she hadn't embarrassed herself by forgetting something like that.<br/><br/>Rha gestured with a display of light and magical chords, and the lute carried by the girl gave off the Minor Illusion of playing itself in a pleasant melody.  She tossed the other humans a wink and smile.