Anthony sighs, and follows the dwarf outside. When he is out, he says, "Alright let's do this for honor or whatever." He proceeds to wield his knife.

Sparrow strengthens the slight breeze ever so slightly, and stays upwind of the cigarette. They smell yucky.

He introduces an illusion; a strong, heavily built human. He's not Edric; but he could easily be mistaken for Edric from a distance, as he has a similar build, similar clothes, and the same colour hair. Similarly, Edric could have been mistaken for him; and if the man was working off a verbal description of Edric, well, the illusion should fit.

On close observation, though, the face is entirely different; the eyes are closer together, the nose has been broken at some point in the past; the lower law protudes slightly; and there's a small scar on his left cheek.

"Hey, you." The voice is deep and brutish, nothing like Edric. "I hear you been asking questions 'bout the bandit attack."

Zaljan has never seen a burlesque show before (the dancing on the island is quite different, indeed!) and thus stays behind to watch this new show.

Edric shrugs at the dashing rake. "I only know circus clothes. You've seen how I dress."