|Show: Honest Work|
"What a disaster! That bard gets in one scrap with a Dark Elf and suddenly he can't play tonight's show. She strained his finger? What does that even mean? Sorry, I'm rambling. The crowd gets rowdy when there's no music to listen to while they drink."
I know a talented Dark Elf who'd love to sing to your customers. "Ha! The Dark Elf lass? I just about split my gut when I heard her yowling. Sounded like someone stuck a fork in a bantam guar and twisted it to the right! If that's what they call singing in Morrowind, I really need to pat them a visit."
"You make sure the Dark Elf shows up and I'll handle getting drunk arses in the seats to hear her sing. I'll even make that worthless bard come out and clap - strained finger be damned!"