Good afternoon all.

Barbus, Vun, Spirit,

*he looks over to the wood elf*

And of course you

*Dips into a low bow as he addresses the elf that does not speak*

How is everyone doing today

afternoon Barbus it is a pleasure to here your voice on this warm day

*The kinfe raises up twards the drow, a little blood drops from its handle. She doesn't say a word but makes her point clear*

hello Rathil you seam to be in a fine mood this day.

Why of course I am little Spirit
I sing my song for all to hear it

My boredom troubles have reached an end
Now that I can travel with all my new friends

*quickly grasps the knife, all you see is a knife floating in the air for Barbus, still under the effects of the tonic, cannot be seen. Barbus throws the knife past her head and into the wall behind her* Have I not warned you about acts of violence here in the Green Dragon's Inn? *rage coursing through his veins forces the tonic out of his system, Barbus starts to become visible, and his eyes are a blood red*

Ha! You're getting quicker! For striking me, I reward ye with a drink, Elvin Wine good for you? Just know, bloodshed is forbidden here.

Oh dear elf, I would put the knife away
If you want old Barbus to let you stay

A patient man he can be
Although a more formidable foe you will never see

*Motions with a gloved hand for the drow to walk away. Her teal eyes flash deep green for a second then back to their gentle color.*

ah I like the rimes for they brighten up day .

You must have been praticeing all night to be so good at it

They are inspired by the wise old Bard
You should give it a try, it's not real hard

Just open your mouth and start up a tune
And you will be rhyming just as soon

*hands her a glass of wine, and steps away, thinking to himself, what is her damage? The Green Dragon Inn is a peaceful retreat, she has been told this before, maybe I should have turned her knife on her.*

Way, hay, there she rises,
Way, hay, there she rises,
Way, hay, there she rises,
Early in the morning.
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning.

Way, hay, there she rises,
Way, hay, there she rises,
Way, hay, there she rises,
Early in the morning.
Put him in the longboat and make him bail her,
Put him in the longboat and make him bail her,
Put him in the longboat and make him bail her,
Early in the morning.

Way, hay, there she rises,
Way, hay, there she rises,
Way, hay, there she rises,
Early in the morning.
What will we do with a drunken soldier?
What will we do with a drunken soldier?
What will we do with a drunken soldier?
Early in the morning.

Way, hay, there she rises,
Way, hay, there she rises,
Way, hay, there she rises,
Early in the morning.
Put him in the guardhouse till he gets sober,
Put him in the guardhouse till he gets sober,
Put him in the guardhouse till he gets sober,
Early in the morning.

**Boromir looks worried once again at the two elves**

*Starts clapping to keep up the beat at Barbus bursts into song. After getting a feel for the song he sings Rathil joins in on the last verst with his friend*

Way, hay, there she rises,
Way, hay, there she rises,
Way, hay, there she rises,
Early in the morning.
Put him in the guardhouse till he gets sober,
Put him in the guardhouse till he gets sober,
Put him in the guardhouse till he gets sober,
Early in the morning.

*Pushes the wine away incase of poison or.. drow contamination. She then puts something in her ears when the music starts trying to enjoy the silence of her mind*

** He then leaves the worried expression and begins to dance at the song Barbus sings and listens to the riddles Rathil tells. It seems the Bard yesterday brought good times and gave a lasting impression **

sorry but I cant stay tonight ergent bussiness May your travels take you far.For now I must go see my queen.

NOTE FROM STORYTELLER:

You cannot see your queen. You are in a lock down. Your queen is at least 14 days away from Sinatorium. Not possible!

*glasses of ale cling together in the air* Ahh rathil me boy, some people just don't know how to have a good time like you and I...

Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked he'd drunk more than his share
He staggered on until he could no longer keep his feet
Then stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

chorus:
Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

Later on two young and lovely girls just happened by,
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
You see yon sleeping Scotsman who is young and handsome built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilt.

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilt.

They crept up to the sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Then lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing but what God had graced him with upon his birth

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
There was nothing there but what God gave upon his birth

They marveled for a moment then one said we'd best be gone
But let's leave a present for our friend before we move along
They took a blue silk ribbon and they tied it in a bow
Around the bonnie spar that the Scot's lifted kilt did show

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
Around the bonnie spar that the Scot's lifted kilt did show

The Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled toward a tree
Behind a bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees
Then in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes
He said, "Lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won first
prize"

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
He said, "Lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won first prize"