A bardic troupe plies its craft in a tavern, complete with flute, percussion, lute, and the ancient art of one’s hands using anything within arm’s reach as an instrument. This jaunty piece would find its home in any sort of inn, be it in the thick of an imperial city or lost in the distant wilds. So long as one can find merriment and a flagon of ale among strange friends, this song can play and be welcome.