Everyone laughs as Havar Talespinner finishes his story about the three paladins at the dryad's soiree. The crowd outside the Silver Eel tavern breaks up as the crippled man finishes the last of his ale. He looks around at those remaining and rattles his offering bowl. "Anyone else willing to feed a hungry man for a story? Funny, tragic, dramatic? Anything you want!"
"How about unfinished?" says a man in a long leather coat. A very new coat, notes Havar, and handy with an axe, too, it seems. What's with the clown makeup?
"Aye, one that starts so that others could finish," mutters a woman with more daggers than she seems to know what to do with.
The rest of the crowd murmurs and nods. A lithe woman steps forward, graceful as a dancer, and pours 10 silver coins into his bowl. "Will that earn you enough bread to tell the tale?"
"Oh, most generous good folk!" Havar just notices a kobold with a crossbow on his... her? Its? Whatever... back. Quite soundless, that one. I'll have to keep an eye peeled. "Yes, of course." He clears his throat, asking a hanger-on for another drink passing them a coin.
"Let me tell you a tale of Lost Izur to the south. A place that was built up after that long fall by one of the Sea Princes. I shall tell you... of Harminder's Folly and star that he dug for."