Travok is struck with a bout of stage fright at the prospect of closer scrutiny of his "fortune telling" in front of an officer in service of the Baron, and performing for the unfleshed. In a semi-theatrical flair, he comes up with a vague excuse to Thorn that the stars are not properly aligned, and that the future is too murky. It's quite clear that he's uncomfortable, but he manages to play it off as though the feast is not sitting well.
After the Performance
Relieved at (at least temporarily) avoiding a display of fortune telling, the dwarf sincerely thanks the spirits that the show passed Rasputina's judgement. His heart leaps in his chest when Rasputina declares that the must perform for the Baron. Thankfully the journey is uneventful and no one pays much attention to the dwarf. He takes the time to concentrate on his feelings. Somehow the thought of telling a made up fortune is more frightening than facing off in battle against monsters almost certainly raised from the dead. He shakes his head ruefully to himself. Finding the need to talk, he quietly makes conversation with Willow as they make the trip to Phlogiston, relaying his sudden onset of stage fright, listening to her talk about how she managed. Quite in character with her high energy, she makes a quite proclamation that he is more than capable of giving the best fortune telling this side of...whichever ocean they happen to be closest to. Grinning at her, Travok does actually feel more prepared in case they actually perform for the Baron.
Travok glances about the views of the city. He quietly says to Willow "Not at all like Rosha Than'Dur is it lass? There's nay any magic here. Feels cold. From more than the snow."
Travok, like many of the group shrink away in revulsion as they see the floor. Horrified thoughts race through Travok's mind as Grisha explains the Baron's fondness for anatomy. Taking a deep breath, Travok focuses himself and tries not to appear too disgusted. As they enter the dining hall and meet the Baron, the floor and the fascination with anatomy, and the unfleshed servants all fall into place. Travok is not surprised at what interests this man that is half machine. He suppresses a shiver at seeing someone who is the antithesis of the magic of life that he lives day in and day out.
Attempting to fit in as a member of a troupe, Travok takes advantage of the offer of the fine food of a Baron's table, and makes several expansive requests for rare and rich foods, and expensive wines. He has the grace to look mildly ashamed, but the Baron, as a skilled host encourages the members to enjoy themselves. Travok does his best to enjoy the food, avoiding conversation, but grows concerned as Thorn is deftly outmanouvered in the conversation. Though not the most refined, Travok does recognize that Thorn is a skilled speaker and worries about what will happen if some of the less....diplomatic members of the group are called upon to speak extensively. Travok slightly relaxes at the distraction of the newcomer, but becomes tense as ever before when the man speaks and he recognizes the voice. Tense though he is he still manages to think to himself that he is less frightened now than he was before the performance. He simply stops eating and lowers his utensils...waiting for the Baron's response to Thorns almost mocking reply.