The theatre

Frankly, at this point he would leave it, if he had something else. But a whim has set him on a course, and, Newtonian, he will continue on that course until something interferes.
He finds the theatre easily enough, though it looks more like a tavern, a sign of a mask swinging outside. The whole edifice is peeling and crumbling. Nobody is at the door, so he walks in, finding himself directly in front of the stage, in a dirty, littered pit that smells of spilt alcohol and greasy food. On the stage, a small elflike man is dancing around a girl seated at a prop table, his hands constantly moving, adjusting. She is wearing a large hat that hides her face. They look up on hearing the adventurer, and the little man demands:
“Ye-e-e-s?”
in an irritable (and irritating) voice. The adventurer holds up his Queen of Spades.