"Ah a call to adventure, so inspiring!" Looks down at Mal, "Alas my companions are a bit deep in their cups . . .Mal is that your third ale since I walked in? Excellent! We'll make a minotaur of you yet!" He pats Mal on the back (perhaps a bit too hard).
"In order to inspire my fellow patrons, I shall play a tune. Not the Kenku ballad the fellow in the back requested though," Talos looks a bit sheepish, "I'm afraid I never could quite memorize all those squawks." He brightens up a bit and picks up his lute. "Instead I shall regale you all with an elven ballad by the acclaimed minstrel Aaronous Prestlee."
The careful tuning the minotaur had engaged in on the lute seems to have the opposite effect. It instead sounds a bit like nails on a chalkboard. But the lute sounds fantastic compared to the "singing" issuing forth from the minotaur. In fact he sounds a bit like a drowning goose. He plays on oblivious to any horrified expressions in the audience.
"In order to inspire my fellow patrons, I shall play a tune. Not the Kenku ballad the fellow in the back requested though," Talos looks a bit sheepish, "I'm afraid I never could quite memorize all those squawks." He brightens up a bit and picks up his lute. "Instead I shall regale you all with an elven ballad by the acclaimed minstrel Aaronous Prestlee."
The careful tuning the minotaur had engaged in on the lute seems to have the opposite effect. It instead sounds a bit like nails on a chalkboard. But the lute sounds fantastic compared to the "singing" issuing forth from the minotaur. In fact he sounds a bit like a drowning goose. He plays on oblivious to any horrified expressions in the audience.