Muscles tense, eyes lock, and a palpable tension builds in the crowded tavern as a pregnant pause replaces the general hubbub and merriment. Tipping up the brim of his worn tricorn hat—crafted from the same leather as his battered armor—the young dwarf smiles beneath his long auburn beard, the gesture tugging at the scar on his cheek. Casually reaching for an exceptionally crafted lute at his side, he begins to tune it. Softly plucking the strings, he stands, the crowd following his every move. “Good evenin’, everyone. Are we dancin’ with feet or fists tonight?”
~ Played by The Hermit
