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Neoma played for a good part of the morning and managed to bring in a respectable amount of coins. Despite it being a good day though, there was always a time to stop and move on to something else. It was a little after mid day when Neoma decided that the time to move on was at hand. This wasn't a random decision, it was simply because she was hungry, and though the mid day meal had long since been served and cleaned. It was always possible for her to prepare a small salad. The corn was in too, perhaps she would roast one over a fire. However it was never good to end a session without some sort of closing quiet song.

(in case you wanna hear) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bKtadARBiYY&feature=relmfu
Placing the guitar back into a playing position, Neoma began the first few cords of one of the few songs she had created herself. It was not her favorite song to play, but that was her song and not one she played to crowds. Regardless though, the cords brought yet another crowd around her though it was a more elderly or much younger crowd. One that enjoyed slower, more calming songs.

At the song's closing there was a mixture of positive comments from the crowd and a few tossed some coins in the basket in front of her. One man stayed behind though. His dress labeled him as an outsider of the town and the sword at his hip labeled him a fighter. Not the crowd gypsies usually liked but he seemed like a nice enough fellow, if perhaps a bit rough around the edges. Upon closer review, Neoma decided that the man was really not much older then she was, though the scar on the side of his face definitely made it seem so. Finally, as if the young man had made up his mind, he took two small coins out of his pocket and tossed them into the basket "Uh, well done miss. Good song, I enjoyed it."

That was surprising, for such a rough looking fellow he was definitely much shyer and considerate then Neoma would have predicted. This was made even more obvious when his stomach growled quiet audibly as he was trying to walk away. The differing look and personality was quiet funny to Neoma who actually started laughing at him. "The hungry man who gives his coppers to the lady with no need for them is a fool." she said through her laughter.

Neoma quickly pocketed the money she had gained that day and dusted herself off as she stood up. "The name's Neoma and if the hungry fool would like a meal and does not mind sharing, I was about to go make one for myself."