a woman enters the pub with an instrument on her back

[Dragon Claire]

A woman enters with a staff in hand, a lute on her back and a buldging satchel over her shoulder. She makes her way over to the bar and orders a drink.

"You wouldn't have space for a bard to set up and play awhile would you?" She asks.

The surley bartender responds between wiping tankards, "And I suppose you'd be wanting paid for yer performance too lass?"

She nods, perhaps a little timidly, and the bartender's expression softens slightly.

"Aye lass, the way things have been around here lately folk could do with a bit of cheering up. Set yourself up by the fire. Play well and I'll give you a couple of crowns."

"Thank you" she replies and sets herself up by the fireplace, grabbing a stool from an unoccupied table and leaning her staff and lute against the wall next to her.She opens the satchel and pulls out bundles of paper with words and notations and a small case containing her recorder.

It is this instrument she picks out first and shuffling through her paperwork she brings the instrument to her lips and begins to play a lively reel.

((Ref post))

[Dave]

*Dave enters the taven towards the end of the day. Dave opens the door an realises there be some lively music. He walks over tae the bar keep and orders his usual then sits down to enjoy the entertainment.*

[Dragon Claire]

The woman finishes playing and calls for another drink from the bar. As she sorts through her music she comes to a decision on the next piece and picks up her lute.

"This is a ballad from up in the Carron Valley. It is entitled The Midnight Huntsman."

"In Cannock's glades the huntsman brave
Did go to seek his quarry.
The beast had reared it's head again
His hunt was not for glory.

The hound was black its fangs were cruel
It sought to hunt the hunter too.
And everyone in Cannock knew
To fear the midnight huntsman.

The beast had come in dead of night.
The village it did plunder.
The watchmen by the dawn were dead
Their screams roused him from slumber

And from the pane his shoot struck true.
And from its bite the beast then flew
He took his bow in hope he slew
To find the midnight huntsman.

And so he went without delay
To where the tracks had bade him.
But there within a ring of stone there stood a black cloaked maiden

Three steps in then three steps out
And thrice round the ring about.
A side step into faerie bound.
Will reach the midnight huntsman

The huntsman did all he was bade
He did not fear the danger.
He would not rest till it had bled
And thanked the kindly stranger.

The huntsman was ne're seen again
Though so to was his prey but then
When stories will remember them
Who is the midnight huntsman?"