Several of the laborers recognize you as you join the hungry throng. Duke Ruffino's company being such a visible fixture in courtly events, you'd be hard-pressed not to have a reputation of some sort after three years. One event seemed to crystallize your public image above others:
The ancient comedy was always among your favorites, so in a lean season you took it upon yourself to assemble a cast and adapt the company's properties and costumes to suit the needs of the allegory. Lurker that you are, the skills required were well-matched with all you'd practiced, just on a grander scale.
With your propensity for stagecraft, you were able to make your ambitions a reality. Between assembling the large cast and chorus, devising the properties and costumes, and even erecting a raked stage in a small valley just inside His Grace's hunting grounds, you created a fine spectacle. You even received a commendation from the Port Covens Bardbrood for your success, much to your satisfaction. [+Renown] [+Bardbrood]
In any event, spending that much time in contemplation of an ancient masterwork got you to thinking about society, heroism, decorum, and all manner of topics for clever people, with an unexpected result. You had the most profound dreams during your preparations, and left the process wiser than you started, and no mistake. [+Sagacity]
Onward