This is a quaint theater with plush velvet seats and a beautiful red curtain. It can seat 200 people. It is decorated with mirrors and golden accents. There are posters of past plays in the lobby.
Town Theater, Town
performer
usher
I make sure people know where to go when they enter the castle. I am educated but still poor. I don't enjoy my job.
Yes...right this way...you should not be out here...the royal family is about to arrive...this way please. I do not mind if the king is coming, he is ruthless and does nothing to protect the poor. How dare you speak like that of his Majesty? You would not be here and being paid good coin if not for the Majesty's generosity. Look at me you poor brainwashed cur, It is I who saved you many a moon ago from these savage soldiers of the king. Yet you still glorify this mad man  Ha...you are but a performer in a play...you are a lout and a coward and I will tell the King as much.  You are blaspheming before God by speaking ill of our Majesty.  Now get on with yourself.  Back that way and to the right.  You will see the dressing room.  Your performance best be great tonight or your head may roll. You will not understand the gravity of the situation until it is your head which is on the line. Alas, I tried all I can - let me get ready for night everyone will remember. You are not planning to harm are king...performer?  I will get the director and ask of your credentials. I am but a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valourous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose. Oh please forgive my worry.  You are indeed a grand performer.  Let us put our pettiness behind us and get on with the performance. Is that all you see me as? Hmm, the state of your town theater with its plush velvet seats and beautiful read curtain  is a lot better than outside where the curtains are being reddened by the king's soldiers. I am but an usher...Here...see my map...I am here night after night seating the Royals and Nobles...this is my lot in life...now please...see the map...this is where you go. My friend thank you, you know not what you have given me. Thank you again. Ah here comes the king, lets get this play started. (Inner Monologue: I can finally find strike the king with my trusty sword)