As you approach the bar, you’re greeted by the distinct smell of fresh poured beer, like toasted grains and slightly sour, likely from the line of four large taps behind the counter. The bar itself is well-worn and quite sturdy, well polished despite the wear and abuse it’s seen over the years. The elf bard, Korellion, is sitting with his back against the bar, playing discordant notes on his lute as he attempts to adjust the strings.
You walk up to the bard, ready to question him. He scowls at your approach, rolling his eyes in annoyance but facing you nonetheless.
“Still searching for answers, eh pickpurse? Well, if you happen to find all the gold that was owed to me, let me know. Otherwise, if you don’t mind…”
Korellion waves a hand over the strings of his instrument, and they seem to sparkle with a bit of magic before the bard gives them a strum. Admittedly, it sounds pretty good – though you’d never tell him that.
“Honestly, the audacity of you scoundrels never ceases to amaze me. Weren’t you supposed to be solving this murder? Instead, you’ve allowed more murders to happen! Are you not the ones at fault? Between that silly wizard in that eyesore of an outfit threatening everyone with that glowing red staff of his, and you folks stomping around making wild accusations, I really think it’s high time we called it a night, for everyone’s sake.”
♫ (strum) ♫
In the inn she worked, a dwarf so bold, A strange tongue she spoke, or so I’m told, With a dagger sharp, she struck him down, Claimed his wealth and stole his crown.
The patrons all whispered, who is this maid? Where did she come from, with her strange way of trade? But she served them well and with a smile so bright, They never knew her plans that fateful night.
Now she’s the owner, the mistress of the inn, Serving up ale with a wicked grin, But we all know the truth, the story untold, Of the dwarf barmaid with a heart so cold.
Oh, beware the dwarf with a tongue unknown, For she’ll claim your riches and your throne, With a flick of her blade and a devilish grin, She’ll take what’s yours and leave you thin.
