Kaspar 
reread the his landlord had handed him this morning, with a careful mention that another night of performing was expected of him, or to pay for his rent in hard coin. He had agreed to another performance as he loathed to part with his money, and loved to show of his talent, even if it was in just the common room of a tavern.
The letter promised a chance for change, the writer was clearly a person of means and education. Perhaps he had heard of his fame as Bard and wanted to employ his talents. For some time now, his prospects of performing for the nobility had become rarer and rarer. So he performed for room and meals in the inns and taverns of Anchorhead for the last 6 months. He wondered sometimes if it was time for him to move on.
He quickly checked his appearance in the looking glass. As it was his custom, he wore the long white hair tied together with a silk ribbon, ensuring his elven ears to be clearly visible. He might be only a half elf, but there were so few of his kind around that his narrow beardless features and the eyes like molten silver were already certain giveaways of his heritage. So instead of hiding it he emphasized his being different. It increased his chances of being seen, which was a good thing in his profession.
This was also the reason that he wore his stage costume, of blue pants and coat, with red and yellow trims. The dashing hat with the red feather completed the outfit. Buckling on his rapier he left his rooms, and left for the meeting with the mysterious A.L.
He set out in long strides, confident that he would reach his target at the appointed time, even without going to the expense of renting a horse.
