Fennick Brightwheel wiped down the bar counter with quick, steady strokes. His tavern buzzed with evening chatter and clinking mugs. He glanced at the door for the tenth time that hour, hoping to see her walk through. The mysterious traveler with dark eyes and a knowing smile. She hadn't visited in three days. Fennick's chest tightened at the thought. He needed a plan, something bold to catch her attention next time she passed through town. The tavern alone wasn't enough anymore. That morning, he'd visited the market and hired a colorful clown performer. The jovial figure now stood outside with bright costume and painted grin, juggling bottles and calling to passersby. Fennick watched through the window as people stopped to stare. His heart raced. If she came tonight, she would see it. She would know he'd gone to extra lengths. The performer spun and bowed, drawing a small crowd. Fennick straightened his orange bandana and waited.