He gave Sapphire a wave as they left, knowing they would be spending most of tomorrow at the dwarven opera. The booth was a private one, meant for visiting dignitaries, which had several features built in for comfort the regular seats wouldn't have. One way mirrors, several smaller divisions of the room for even further privacy, a personal waiter or waitress to get food, drink, or other, less public pleasures if required or so the rumors murmured, cooling and heating spells so the users would be comfortable, and the second best seats in the house, surpassed only by the royal seats. She would love it.<br/><br/>He ignored the rumors, stares, and other indications of his rising fame, focusing on his window shopping. Still, he would have to find something for Josh to do tomorrow, as he doubted he would be interested in the opera. Maybe the smith would be willing to let him help for a day, he mused...