"I shall try my best dear friend. There are so many who are willing to help me. I am thankful. Why the other day Rathil actual went to the Mesa's Trading Company to get the boar that Criani ordered for our kitchen," Boromir replies.

No worries, he is awake and you shall worship him...

I jest. Don't worship me, I'd make a terrible god...

...wouldn't have a day off for starters.

Yes, I remember that, I was standing gaurd much like I was today cloaked in invisibility, I love that tonic, it could be such a dandy, comes in so handy.

"Ah I remember my fairing adventure days when I was but a mere fighter then later learned the skills of a thief. At a prime age I was practicing druidic magic and eventually ended up being a bard. That tonic is something that is very interesting to have," the bard says. He begins to laugh after a sip of his grapan that Boromir served before contiuing. "I was in desperate need to disappear and drank what I thought was this tonic and ended up shapeshifting into a stinking hobgoblin. Man was I pissed walking around in the woods smelling and looking like a monster," he explains. Then he laughs. "That is when I started to label all my poitions to avoid confusion in the future."

Comes down stairs from his room walks over to the bar. *Good evening Barbus
I would like to buy Five food rations* he places ten gold coins on the bar
for payment.

"Barbus just stepped out the door. I shall get them prepared for you my good friend," Boromir replies.

That is too funny, at least funny now looking back, I understand your pain, I too have had bad experiences with tonics and potions, like this one here, I asked a friend who happens to be a Shamen to make me a potion, what does he do? Sends me something incomplete, told me to find the last ingredient. Some friend, had I not read his note, a pox may have come across this land. Boromir and Vun know what I am looking for, and hopefully soon it will be complete, but to whomever decides to help find it, beware, not to be hasty in the search, for misfortune and troubles are at the midpoint of the journey.

You know, that's not a bad idea. five food rations for myself as well,if you please.

*He places 10 gold of his own on the bar.*

The bard now getting in the mood begins to humm a few melody and the harp begins to glow enjoying its masters voice. It then floats in the air and begins to play a string soothing to the locals ears. The bard then jumps after he finishes his drink and sings

In Sinatorium’s fair city
Where girls are so pretty

‘Twas there that I first met with
Sweet Sorilla O’tone

She drove a wheelbarrow
Through the streets broad and narrow

Crying”Cockles and Mussels

Alive, Alive -o”
Alive, Alive-o
Alive, Alive-o

Crying, “Cockles and Mussels,

Alive, Alive-o”

She was a fishmonger
But sure ‘twas was no wonder

For so were her mother
And her father before

They drove their wheelbarrows
Through streets broad and narrow

Crying”Cockles and Mussels

Alive, Alive -o”
Alive, Alive-o
Alive, Alive-o

Crying, “Cockles and Mussels,

Alive, Alive-o”

She died of a fever
And nothing could save her

And that was the end of
Poor Sorilla O’tone

Her ghost wheels a barrow
Through streets broad and narrow

Crying”Cockles and Mussels

Alive, Alive -o”
Alive, Alive-o
Alive, Alive-o

May we honor our commoners
And those great fishmongers

As the Bard raises his drink towards Boromir respecting the commoners who make a town so enjoyable.

Boromir looks at the Vun looks into the kitchen and announces to prepare 5 more rations. Boromir nods his head as he gets them wrapped up and ready to go. He senses they will have a great adventure today.

The bard then begins to dance around his magical harp enjoying the entertainment on his own and hoping the others will join in for the song.

In Sinatorium’s fair city
Where girls are so pretty

‘Twas there that I first met with
Sweet Sorilla O’tone

She drove a wheelbarrow
Through the streets broad and narrow

Crying”Cockles and Mussels

Alive, Alive -o”
Alive, Alive-o
Alive, Alive-o

Crying, “Cockles and Mussels,

Alive, Alive-o”

She was a fishmonger
But sure ‘twas was no wonder

For so were her mother
And her father before

They drove their wheelbarrows
Through streets broad and narrow

Crying”Cockles and Mussels

Alive, Alive -o”
Alive, Alive-o
Alive, Alive-o

Crying, “Cockles and Mussels,

Alive, Alive-o”

She died of a fever
And nothing could save her

And that was the end of
Poor Sorilla O’tone

Her ghost wheels a barrow
Through streets broad and narrow

Crying”Cockles and Mussels

Alive, Alive -o”
Alive, Alive-o
Alive, Alive-o

May we honor our commoners
And those great fishmongers

*takes the 10gp and hands it over to Boromir,* the clock strikes eight times, I must go I shall return shortly.

As the song comes to a end he sits and thinks of a riddle for everyone to figure out.

The bard looks at the tavern and thinks as his harp plays a light melody to relax everyone. He then looks at the steps going up the tavern then stretches a moment. He then begins”
Ah yes my riddle my dear ones


What goes up and down without moving?

Boromir comes out with 10 rations prepared and gives them accordingly to Max and Vun thanking them for such a big purchase.

Pitch? No I suppose sound travels... nevermind.

prices

The bard giggles and looks up the (stairs) once more thinking that perhaps he forgot something from his room.

Hmmm... Does the sun move or do we move? I better keep thinking.

*looks around snapping out of her daze*

stairs is the answer