The tavern was spacious, which was a kinder way of saying empty.  Mostly.  There were a handful of patrons stuffed away into each corner, and with the troupe gathered up on stage they met with the manager who took a seat in front.  The troupe master sat beside him, and hoping to save the best for last he let the halfling go first.  Expecting some nonsense knife throwing game or whatever halflings did when he didn't bother to break his neck looking down, the half-elf's jaw dropped at the performance.<br/><br/>A few more jaws dropping could be heard in the room, and a crowd suddenly formed almost out of nothing, mostly thanks to a few guys near the door calling in the local men hanging out in the street just outside.  The half-elf and human manager both crossed their legs uncomfortably, and the half-orcs stage left weren't as subtle.  The cute human girl next to them bit her thumb absolutely jealous of her performance while men tossed coins at a girl half her size!  So what if she had a nice butt?<br/><br/>By the end a small pile of 32 gold was at Tessa's feet.