smiles gently* "That was most  impressive sir"

The sound of a banjo can be heard.

Through the door enters a man. With a banjo. A Banjo Man.

Correction: THE Banjo Man, at least when he was younger, wearing his trademark overalls and straw hat that make him stand out.

He flops down at the bar.

"One Barnaby's Oceanic Ale please, extra salty, violently shaken and stirred, with apple slices. And I almost forgot, add some extra oyster juice. The stuff just ain't seafoody enough."

Barosh moves over to sit next to the newcomer, and whispers to him, "What's the purpose of the oyster juice? And the salt? Does it make you more powerful?"

"Nah, just drank a bottle of it when I was a young child. Been hooked ever since. It's hard to find, considering it was taken out of every market in the land for obvious reasons."

"Interesting..." Barosh cocks his head, then gets up and moves back to his seat.

Banjo Man begins to play his titular instrument while awaiting his seafood booze.

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shifts uncomfortable in my seat as he strums* "uggghh" *decides it best to keep to himself and not say anything*

Glancing over at Crow, Barosh casts mage hand to drop one gold piece next to him and cast minor illusion to create the sound of someone saying "please keep playing" in his ear. The voice sounds like a middle aged woman with a country accent.

Banjo Man begins singing a song in deep speech along with his playing. Unless any of you can speak it, it sounds very bizarre and ominous.

(For those who can understand, here's a performance check to see how good it sounds:

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Barosh doesn't give any outward sign of recognizing the man's singing, but he closes his eyes and tilts his head as though trying to remember something that he is struggling with. Eventually he scowls in frustration and continues drinking.

Wanarus looks at the strange, growing crowd and walks over to The Banjo Man. He leans on the counter, "You look familiar, are you The Banjo Man?"

"Well, I am Banjo Man. I play banjo, as my name may suggest. After a long time in an Illithid prison, I returned with small opposable tentacles in my mouth and the ability to speak in deep speech. Turns out, there are many great illithid folk songs, mostly about some god slumbering deep beneath the ocean. Past tales aside, I must ask: who are you?"

Crow perks up and turns to the hooded man, returning his smile. "Thank you, Sir! That's kind of you to say."

When the Banjo Man enters and begins to play, Crow watches the man with a mix of enthusiasm and curiosity. Another music enthusiast! Crow grips the edge of his seat and leans forward as he listens to the strange instrument. He looks like he wants to say something, but the clink of a coin beside him draws his attention. He plucks it up, and when a woman's voice reaches his ears he looks about for the source to thank her for her generosity. "Thank you, Mi--" Crow trails off when he finds no one there. "Huh..." He looks at the coin in his hand with an appreciative smile before he tucks it safely away into his coin purse. Grandmother Yhara was wrong about outsiders. These people are really nice.

Crow glances at the Banjo Man again, fingers moving to the strings of his own instrument. He's about to start playing again when the man begins to sing, and Crow can't help but stop and listen. Thick brows knit together in confusion as he listens to the song, and he slowly cants his head like it'll help him figure out the words somehow. On the one hand, it was nice to find another music lover, but on the other hand... he wasn't quite sure about this particular music.

"I don't know this song particularly well, so I might as well try another. This one ought to entertain you; this little song is called (he says something in deep speech), or, roughly translated into common, "The Mighty Sleeper Wills it Thus". If you like it, just put some coins in my hat."

He lays his hat down in front of him and begins his song.

Performance:

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Barosh turns and nods appreciatively at the new music. A slight smile is on his face as a spectral hand takes a gold piece from his purse and drops it into the Banjo Man's hat.

Nia comes back with huge mug of the finest ale to Crow, she leans in to whisper '' Here, Crow... uhm, this is for you. I hope you like it. hehe~ '' she pats him gentle on the shoulder a few times and smiles, looking over at new comer playing music. 

Wanarus shrugs and says "I'm a no body from a small village town. My name's Wanarus though." Wanarus drops a 2 gold coins into the Banjo Man's hat.

Main Room

"Well, it's getting mighty crowded in here." Ragella says, looking at the ever increasing swathe of newcomers. "Nia, hun, don't forget to grab the pay from that gentleman there, it's two silver." She nods to Grilkugg's table. "Right, I'll get the handyman to turn up, just a minute." She reaches into a pouch on her apron and pulls out a bell. "Best not be sleeping." She says as she swings the bell. No noise comes from the object, though it looks like it should be ringing. She then places the bell away again.

Then, to Banjo, "Well, hun, not sure about that specific vintage, but if you're after a seafarer's drink, there's a couple of concoctions we can sort out." She turns to the tome of Alchemixology on the bar and opens it up. "How about... here we go, Fisherman's Friend. Uses an apple slice, rocksalt, and squid. Not really oyster juices, but you might like it."

"Good enough for me. I'm pretty sure I drank one on a gambling boat a long time ago. That week on that underground river was a memorable one, for sure. Also, I'll take some form of breakfast item."

Banjo Man ends his song and sets down his banjo.

Nia nods back and walks over to Grilkugg's table and grabs the two sliver pieces and hands them over to Ragella, as she begin her work with maid duties.