The street outside is crowded on this spring evening, a chilly night for spring, and most of the audience waiting for the doors to open wear wraps and capes and shawls over their doublets or gowns. Still, even so they shine. The ordinary people waiting for the doors to open are a sea of color, green and blue, russet and gold, everyone in their best for one of the first theatrical performances of the new season.
The Enchanted Boar, Or A Hunter's Dilemma opened with rave reviews just two days earlier. Personally, you think the plot sounds a little thin. You expect you could do better.
"Make way! Make way!" A burly servant in sapphire livery is clearing a path for a litter containing two noble ladies.
The litter's curtains are drawn back so that everyone can admire the ladies' matching sapphire velvets, one in a gorgeous gown trimmed with ermine, the other in boyish hose and doublet, the sleeves of the doublet slashed with cloth of silver. Here in the city of Medaris, fashion is a serious matter, and everyone who can dresses to make an impression.
You step back along with the crowd, allowing the ladies to alight in front of the wrought-iron door that separates the Odeon's courtyard from the street. It opens, and they are bowed through, the door shut again.
The very important patrons are seated before the gates open to the hoi polloi. You're definitely hoi polloi, but this might be the night that changes. Your friend, Diar, has promised to arrange for you to speak to the director of the Odeon, a chance for you to pitch a play in person.
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