The guard accepts your Gold Crowns and waves his hand to permit entry into the tavern. Before you is a wide room filled with with assorted revellers sitting at long wooden tables, drinking from tankards. They are watching a group of minstrels who are playing unusual, loud music from a low dais to the rear of the room. You step closer and note that the musicians are playing strange six-stringed instruments that look to be made of solid wood. The singer, a tall man, notices you.

"Ahoy, friend," he calls. "Which song would you like to hear?"