The crowd turned quickly when the figured out what was going on. They weren’t going to have anything to do with strange performers refusing to speak. It didn’t matter how good they were, this was a down that was proud of its noise and was frankly very suspicious of anyone wanting to be quiet.
They ran those mimes out of town on a rail. With a marching band and a choir to drive their point home.
I am an adventurer. I ride the rails, evade the law, and live free and rough. As long as there is another train on the horizon, I will always have hope. Hope that around the next big bend there is a place where I can find another stone for my soup pot. Hope that the next town will have work that needs doing, means to pay, and the willingness to hire day labor without references. Hope that I find a place to rest my weary feet at the end of the day.