Katrin leaned back as she held out a note on her fiddle. Just when it seemed that it would never end, she resolved the chord, thus finishing her final song of the set. People began to applaud, as well as hoot, holler, and catcall. She did her normal thanking the audience and pass-the-hat spiel, an action she did more for the face of it than anything else. It was not as though she needed the money, after all. There was, of course, a sense of satisfaction knowing what she did have at the end of the weekend was earned. Doing a final plug for her last performance at the day, which was to take place later in that afternoon, she presented the stage to the storyteller who usually followed her act. Most musicians were reluctant to go on after her, so, as he was enough of a novelty on his own to both bring and hold an audience, Charles readily took the stage.

Katrin packed up her instruments and tried to decide what to do whilst she waited for her next performance. She did have some shopping to do for various birthdays and anniversaries, but that would mean carrying her instruments around with her...

One of the wenches brought over her tankard filled with water. While Katrin loved a pint of good ale or a glass of mead as much as the next performer, she didn't want to have any alcohol before she was done working for the day, especially not in this heat. She stood there, listening to Charles' first story as she downed the cool, clear water. Then, gathering her things, she headed for the second largest alehouse at the faire. On top of the hill that overlooked the jousting area, many people would go to the tented area whilst a battle was taking place if the sun was too much for them. She would be the closing act for the place this weekend, and figured she could leave most of her things there until it was time to start. That way, she could spend the next few hours wandering around, unburdened by a load. Completing that task in no time at all, Katrin set out to spend some time relieving her pouch of the earnings she had gathered in the past day and a half.

Bill was amazed at all that he had seen throughout the day. He could hardly believe all the fun he had as well. He wondered if there was anything like this back home and, for that matter, how many people in the Wizarding community were aware of the existence of such events. He knew how many of his kind believed that most Muggles were a rather dull lot with little creativity. What a surprise this would be. He decided to do a bit of research on the subject when he got home and find out how the whole affair was started. Assuming, of course, that there was anything in the magical libraries he frequented.

He was snapped out of his reverie by the voices of some people standing next to him in a candle shop. "But why go to the upper alehouse when we can go to the larger one by the big field, Lars?" a woman was asking.

"Do you remember the musician we heard earlier at the larger one while we ate lunch, Annie?" At her nod, Lars continued. "I just saw her purchase something here and run out after telling the owner that she was going to be late. I know it isn't as big as the other one, but this alehouse is above the jousting field and there should be some final things going on there."

"Oh, she's absolutely brilliant!" Annie grabbed a laughing Lars' arm and practically dragged him along the path. "Come on, let's go so we can get good seats!"

Bill wondered who this performer was, as well as what sort of drinks this alehouse would serve. It had been a rather hot day and he was starting to get thirsty. I don't suppose I would be so lucky to find they have Butterbeer over here. At the word 'seats', he realised that his feet were starting to hurt a bit as well and decided it did not really matter what they served as long as he could sit down too. With that, he hurried after the couple.