Peredhil heads the line of well-wishers and in his joy for his friend, even lets him pick his pocket of the lint wallet he placed there just for this occasion.
Stepping toward the rear, he watches the faces of the people swarming to the Stage.
It is with a rather unusual predatory grin that the spies the Goons, smiling shark smiles as they slowly shuffle with the moving line, ready to drag the newest Bard away and remind him to check out and, in the memory of Shurak Whitefist, pay his dues....