Katrin felt her heart race. She could not figure out what it was about his intense stare, but she had a hard time not staring right back. As long as it doesn't affect my performance, she thought as she began the next song. This one was a fiddle number and, while she could sing as she played this instrument, there was no text to the song. Fingers and bow flying, so familiar it was instinctual, she was able to think about this 'thing' she was feeling. She could not decide if she was glad he was a patron or not -- it would be much easier to find out who he was if he was an actor, but much more complicated should they decide to date. Date?? Are you listening to yourself? Some random person catches your eye and looks at you with interest and you automatically want his number? Maybe they could just be friends. Haven't you learned anything from the last few slime-balls who tried to be 'friends'? Katrin told herself to shove it, then decided she had to do something about her habit of talking to herself. As she launched into a cover of one of her favourite Dubliners songs (one that enough people always knew and could sing along to), she tried to come up with a way of meeting him that would not draw too much attention. Especially from her adopted 'Big Brothers'.

Applauding as much as the next person, Bill was sorry to see her getting away from the stage area. He still had not come up with a Brilliant Plan A, let alone a fall back plan, so he busied himself with finishing his glass of this drink called 'mead' and tried to be surreptitious about watching what she would do next. As she packed up her things, he heard her say that she would be taking her things back to her tent. Oh great. Now what? Just follow her around? If only I could think of a reason to strike up a conversation... As she walked by, he noticed a small pouch had come loose from her belt and had fallen nearby. Noticing no one else noticing it, Bill got up and retrieved it from the ground with a grin. Ask and ye shall receive, I suppose, he thought as he hurried after her.

The eyes narrowed slightly as they saw the stranger subtly reach for Kati's fallen pouch. He could not believe that she would be so careless as to drop it, but for this stranger to just pick it up rather than say something... And worse, to leave with it rather than give it to the workers at the alehouse! That was irreproachable. Determined to catch him before he disappeared into the crowd of people heading away from the jousting field, the watcher downed the last of his ale and hurried after the retreating figure.