Arturos waved back to the sad looking girl with the Lyre. His brows furrowed a bit in curiosity. He hated to see a pretty girl sad for any reason, and he wondered why she was sad. Probably just general unhappiness with life in the Jewish quarter, but that sort of thing was usually subsumed with festivals. He determined to speak with the young girl when the opportunity presented itself.<br/><br/>"Good evening Elissa, you look lovely tonight, are you enjoying the festivities?" He was obviously smitten by the dark-haired young prostitute, judging by the way his hungry eyes devoured her.