The day of the showing of The Man of a Thousand Quests dawned bright, and by afternoon, Caelhart was in motion.
At the gates of the playhouse, silk-robed nobles descended from carriages, their laughter mingling with the jangle of jewelry.
There were also commoners in patched tunics shuffled in lines, clutching silver coins for the cheaper seats.
Compared to the nobles, there were only a few commoners who could afford to watch today, but as Lucen promised on the fifth day, most people would be able to afford it. The seats were packed, and the excitement could be felt everywhere.
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In the past two months, Lucen had reshaped the theater into something Caelhart had never seen. Gone were the cramped benches and drafty walls.
The hall now gleamed with polished wood, velvet curtains, and chandeliers suspended by clever enchantments. He had even added raised boxes for VIPs, an idea strange to local architects, but perfectly ordinary to him.
