Oh...oh gods no. They didn't just ask him to sing.
Quinlan's face flushed furiously and he chuckled, waving his hands. "You don't wanna hear me sing," he chuckled loudly. And when old Hurk clapped a heavy hand across his shoulders, Quinlan lurched forward, slamming his chest against the table and the air went out of him.
The old sailor was laughing. "Oh we'd don't wanna. We gotta!" he huffed, cackling again, joined in by the other men.
And Quinlan heaved in a deep breath. Well, he better start fucking singing. He cleared his throat and licked his tongue against the top of his mouth. Seemed the taste was coming back and Quinlan sat up straight. "This is called the Maiden of Bellkrath," he announced and made a show of clearing his throat again.
"Oh, there once was a golden haired lass,
That lived in the hills of Bellkrath.
She was buxom and bright
and made the air delight.
"And when she did pass, the golden haired lass
Turned the sky to darkest night.
Save for the eyes, the eyes
That came to light.
"Oh I loved my lass,
especially her ass, and when
next she came, parted curtains of rain,
I knew then and there I'd make her mine at last.
"So I saved all my hard earnings,
My back broken and burdened, and
Slaved I did to be worthy of my love.
"The next I knew we were wed,
(And I was eager to break in that new bed),
and there I raised her patterned white veil.
I screamed then in horror,
My stupor began to fade,
I wish then that I listened,
to the wise words my friends gave.
"Lo then, behold, the bell gave it's toll.
And I was dragged off to bed
by my new bride, the troll."