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"Well, tonight you shall be on the stage," she said, walking sideways up the stairs so she can look you in the eye. "Do you envision eventually directing the efforts of others upon His Majesty's stage?"

"That could be interesting."

"Exceed expectations tonight and in the future, and perhaps it can be so."

Thoughts swirl about as you follow her, but she offers nothing else to your frustration. If she told you what the expectations were, perhaps you'd have a prayer of exceeding them.

At the top of the stairs is an archway. "Your public awaits," says Harlowe, gesturing you through.

Onward