The group become quiet and tense at the mention of the dragon.

"A white dragon? Are you certain?"

 "No miss don't be fretting on my account. It's most likely just a rumour."

 "We need to tell Thomas about this."

 "Yes, well. I erm, how can I help you all?"

The party top up their supplies and leave to find Thomas.

 The Innkeeper Tolben greets them warmly as they enter the inn and points them to where Thomas sits by the fire.

 Thomas looks up as they take seats at his table.

"Are you all hungry?" he asks.

Thomas orders food and drink while the party share the rumours of the white dragon. Soon the barkeep returns with trays laden with ale and freshly cooked meats.

"Tell me master Tolben, is there ought to these rumours of dragons hereabout?"

 "Aye there's rumours alright. A great white thing that breaths ice is what I hear. Stole some sheep from the fields over yonder."

He hands round the food and drink. "Between rumours of dragons and bands of raiding orcs out of the mountains, its a wonder we get any peace."

 "Hey barkeep, mind if I ply my trade a little?"

Anders hefts his lute up to show the inn keeper and the mans face breaks into a broad smile.

 "By all means my lad. By all means."

 Anders strums his lute. 

Performance : 14

He plays ‘Dihen-Nin (Forgive Me)’ – A mournful plea by an Elven soldier to his fallen comrades, begging their forgiveness for his survival ‘when your songs have been ended.’

A solid performance. A number of the inns patrons stop their chatter to listen and several of them drop silver in the bards hat at the end of the song.

 Toot claps happily, "Play another one Anders."

This time as the bard tunes up his lute she cast Dancing Lights creating four orbs of coloured light in the middle of the room.

 Performance : 11

‘The Shortening of Meradian Finn’ – A Dwarven drinking song with thirty-eight official verses (and countless unofficial ones), the song recounts the punishment meted out against an Elven noble who stole from a Dwarven treasury. The chorus ends with a rousing slamming of glasses and a ‘in the end, he never did again!’ It is considered poor taste by many elves, which helps account in part for its popularity.

 "Well wasn't that precious... I'm going to bed. You coming up Toot?"

She frowns at Anders as the glasses and tankards clatter on tables all around the room and the locals sign along with the final chorus before calling for an encore. 

 Toot looks worriedly between her two friends before hoping down off her stool to follow.

 "What? I meant no offence? It's a crowd pleaser."

Anders shakes the small bag of coin he has collected from his two performances.

 "I quite liked it." Feldoran comments with a wry smile.

 "Piss off."

She looks down to Toot, "Well are you coming?"

 Toot shrugs and smiles up to Anders as she and Elandra leave the common room.

 "She's so touchy sometimes." Anders comment.

 "A word of advice lad."

Thomas put a hand on his arm, "If you want to bed her, say your piece and come to terms with your disappointment, because if you keep pulling her pig tails like that she is liable to snap you wrist."