The crowds and stages blur together as the days move ahead. The ever-changing venues provide ample occasion to use different sets of skills. Your mastery of multiple domains of fooling wins you the respect of the other entertainers with whom you tread the boards. [+Renown]
One particularly beautiful venue, a terraced amphitheater near a millpond, attracts a crowd of hundreds. You begin your performance, eliciting the "aahs" and chuckles you've come to expect from your opening offerings—when the crowd starts to titter in an unexpected fashion.
You feel a shadow over you and see, out of the corner of your eye, that the merry marionetteers in your band have elected to have their Flenish knight begin sneaking up on you. You think quickly how you want to address this interruption: