Desmond had found his way to Arca, the beautiful capitol city of the beautiful province Kia's Court, and all of Serendipity for that matter. This was Desmond's third time in Arca. The first was to play in a music hall when he was finishing up his apprenticeship. The second was when he was desperately trying to get home after that fateful day in the bar a year ago, he learned then that the people here tipped well for good music. And now he has returned, a true Troubadour.
After a quick chat with a roaming city guard, Desmond had learned that the second tavern on the main road had a piano. Boy are the people in for a treat tonight. Desmond played the piano better his old master. Not to mention he had been playing the piano since the age of eight.
I wonder how the old man is doing, Desmond pondered while walking down the dirt road, trying to get noticed by as many people as possible while conducting his business before the evenings performance. Anyone who saw the flashy clothes followed by the string instrument knew he was a Troubadour, and everyone likes troubadours. It's free entertainment, God forbid they should feel so inclined to give a tip.
Using the last of his money on more horsehair for his bow, Desmond decided to make his way to the tavern. The tavern keeper agreed immediately to let him perform there. Tavern keepers love troubadours, they are good for business. They only thing that wasn't pure profit was the occasional drink and the room to the musician.
"The piano fell out of tune a few years ago. I haven't bothered to get it tuned" The tavern keeper said when Desmond had asked.
"No bother, I know how to tune one."
About an hour later, Desmond had finished tuning the piano. Turning to face the rest of the tavern, he saw about four other people. he knew that more would show up a little later. News of a Troubadour spreads through a community like wildfire through a forest.
Pulling his violin and viola off his hip and setting them on the table, he went to work making sure they were tuned properly. When they were up to par with his expectations, he began playing.
[align=center:2n0pgf6z]"The way I see her dancing,
With flowers in her hair,
Her feet are always moving,
Her rhythm's always there,
If you should see her dancing,
I pray you stop and stare,
For tonight the dawn is breaking,
Tomorrow she's nowhere."[/align:2n0pgf6z]
The song was an old poem, Desmond just added music to the rhythm. There was no magic in the music, that would come later. Now he was just trying to keep the attention of the tavern's occupants.