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@Alegretto sorry this took so long!)
This particular tavern, the Chest-Breaker Inn(what a name), had not been on Yera's travel circuit. But ey had been caught in the rain, eir clothes drenched and eir soul sour. It was a welcome reprieve. There was also the fact that eirs coin purse was starting to look shallow. If ey could make something on the side that wasn't schedueled, then that was for the better.
Yera dragged eirself into the establishment, eir boots sloshing with water. It had been a long few days and ey was more than content to sit down to dry out for a while before putting on eir 'singing cap'. The hostess, a rather tall, broad looking ogre woman sat him down by the hearth with pity in her eyes. Although that move was met with hostile glances and a grunt from the patrons she ousted. Yera had bad feeling at the pit of eir stomach, and kept a wary watch on the two vagabonds that were now stinking in a corner of the tavern. By the chatter that went on, however, it didn't seem like they would cause much trouble and were more than used to the occurrence.
Ey sat for a while, nursing a mug of cider that warmed eir bones - Yera had also ordered mugs for the two men in the corner to smooth over whatever hostility there were. You can never be too careful, and it always paid to make friends.
"You a bard, eh?" A voice approached em from the side, and ey took a easy turn of eir head to glance up at the tavern-keeper. He was a billowy sort of fellow, with a long graying beard and a mob of haggard curls on his head. Dark skin, and a good complexion. Calloused hands and a simple grin on his face.
"Yes, indeed I am good fellow." Yera said, eirs voice sounded like one of a young man's. It was just the sort of mood ey was in. Ey stood up and shook the tavern-keeps hand. They chatted for a few moments, Yera giving details on eirs ideas for a performance. Ey had enough time to gaze around the room; to see what audience there is. The mood in the tavern was high and loud, and while most would think of chiming in with a ripeful cheery song, Yera thought that was the wrong way to go about it. Play in to sorrows first, get people to pity themselves, feel like ey was telling their story, and then build it up and prepare them for the daring conclusion.
Yera didn't notice Jacob entering, and eir face was marked with surprise when ey spotted him and watched him saunter over. Great, ey thought.
"Haven't started yet, friend." Yera said with a small smile dancing on eir lips. "Looks like I have some competition after all."
"You're a bard too?" The tavern-keeper said and raised a wooly gray eyebrow. "Seems like everyone is coming out of the woodwork today. Aye, my name is Gauren."
The Gauren stuck out his meaty hand for Jacob to shake.
