Michael
Shifting in a bored manner, Lucius nodded, unsure what to say in return. Most never returned the greeting, and those who did usually ended up with a bit less money than they started with. On a whim, he decided to play along with the bard- it wasn't as though anything else immediately presented itself.
"You may call me Argenalbum," Replied Lucius, nodding at the bard in the greatest politeness he could muster. His scarred face took away from his kindliness, but obviously Lucius did not appear phased whether he realised or not.
At the offer of a tune, Lucius raised an eyebrow. He didn't figure much from the bard if they were strolling through nowhere rather than playing for nobles and kings, but he knew not to underestimate so quickly. Out of sheer curiosity (and, of course, lack of anything better to do) Lucius took a seat on a large stone and delved deeper on what was probably the longest he ever cared to chatter with travellers.
"A tune, hrm? What is the best you can do? I've ea- er, *Heard-* Many a bard across these lands, and challenge you to impress me. Of course you could do better than idle melody?" Lucius challenged, a low tone of sneer behind some of his words as he fiddled with a saddlebag across his side and pulled out a measly amount of currency as offering, holding it out to the bard.
Loretta
Excited at the chance to perform for someone, Rhurrik sat up a bit straighter. "Well, it all depends on what kind of tune you're wanting. I could do adventurous, romantic, or even something a bit silly or- well, *Naughty* I suppose you could say. That last option is usually what makes a drunken crowd the happiest." Rhurrik laughed at bit at his own words before shaking his head at the man's offering of a coin. "Oh, don't worry about it. It just makes me happy to play, no need for coin." Strumming his lute a bit, Rhurrik though of all the different songs he could sing for the stranger who he now knew as.. *Argenalbum?* What a strange name, the aarakocra thought, though he had heard stranger in his recent travels.

"I have *Attempted* At writing my own songs, but I'm afraid I still have a long way to go before I write anything anyone will want to listen to. Nevermind that, however. What kind of song would you like?" Rhurrik sat up a bit on the stump he was on and tilted his head toward Argenalbum. There didn't seem to be much on Rhurrik's person that was worth stealing or taking, aside from his lute. However, Rhurrik was completely oblivious to the man before him being a Thieves Guild member. He was simply happy someone wished to hear him play.
Michael
Lucius was thrown off beat for a moment at Rhurrik's polite refusal of his coin. Did not everyone crave a little extra money for themselves? *'Strange little bard,'* He thought, shoving the offering back into his saddlebag with a snap of movement.
"Hrmm," The shapeshifter mumbled, shifting on his seat as though sitting still was an unnatural behavior for him- of course, it was, for a thief and Roc, very uncommon for him to linger more than a minute or three.
"I suppose something adventurous. Perhaps dramatic in nature? Frankly, I have never truly listened fully to the songs of a bard. You may say that most do not finish while in my presence- but that is irrelevant. What know you, Rhurrik? Play, and I perhaps shall share more with you- coin or story, whichever your people prefer!" Lucius presented, as though it were the best offer in the world. For some, perhaps it was, but truthfully, the shapeshifter simply wasn't sharp on socializing. But what else could be done? Surely even someone considered as lowly as himself, he wouldn't possibly hurt someone so meager in offering and appearance. And was such, as he focused his sharp eyes upon Rhurrik the bard expectantly.
Loretta
With a smile and nod, Rhurrik began to play and upbeat and happy tune, though all the while sounding the tiniest bit dramatic. Clearing his throat as he played the interlude, Rhurrik spoke before beginning to sing. "I'm sure this is one you'll know then, Mr. Argenalbum." Finishing the start to the song, Rhurrik then began to sing, his voice matching nearly perfectly with the tun he played.

*"There will come a solider, who carries a mighty sword. He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord-"* With a bit of enchantment magic, Rhurrik's voice became what sounded like three different versions of his own harmonizing as he continued. *"-oh leeii, oh laaii, oh leeii, oh lord. He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord."* Another short intermission then began, and just as he had begun the song only seconds before, his voice became only one once more. *"There will come a poet whose weapon is his word. He will slay you with his tongue, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord."* Rhurrik then harmonized once more, and as he did a gentle and colorful magic began to pour from his clawed fingertips that strummed his lute, and small dancing lights began to flutter around both the bard and the thief.

*"There will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn. Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord."* The bard then continued with nothing more than 'oh lei's, oh lai's and oh lord's' for a while before allowing himself of a pause in lyrics to focus on his lute playing, the tune now much more intricate and upbeat than before. The lights blazed with all colors one could think of, changing, flashing and dancing around before they shot up into the air, disappearing. The tune then began to slow, and as did Rhurrik's final lyrics. *"He will tear your city down, oh leeeiii, oh laaaiii, ohhhh lord."* Finishing the tune with a flourish, Rhurrik then took in a deep breath and bowed his head to signify he was finished playing.
Michael
Lucius sat in a neigh daze as Rhurrik played their song, listening intently to the notes and staying in rhythm in his mind. The melody was familiar to him for a small handful of reasons, some of which were his passion for such music as well as his belief that the song was an omen. Of course, as a thief of many things, he didn't particularly love the idea of being torn down by a sword, but he equally loved the idea of cities being torn down, making a strange mixture of emotions swell within him.
At the songs' end, Lucius sat silent for a moment before giving an energetic applause which was obvious he didn't do often by the awkward manner he did it in, but his heart was there. 
"That was *Truly* Beautiful, dear bard. You were correct in assuming I have heard that song before, and I congratulate you on your talent. I am curious where you learned how to play so well, and why you don't happen to play en coùrte for any noble? Surely someone of your talent should be in some high court!"
Lucius was so enthralled by the performance for a moment that his aged face seemed to regain its youth once again, his scowl lifting into something that could almost resemble a kind of smile, albeit lopsided awkwardly and almost wild.
Loretta
"Oh why.. Thank you very much." Rhurrik smiled brightly before resting his lute along his leg. He shook his head a bit at himself, thinking about how he learned to play. "Well, my mother taught me how to use enchantment magic, hense the dancing lights I created. As for playing? I'm actually self-taught. Ever since I was a year old I loved the sound of music, and when my mother gifted me with a lute, I just- taught myself I suppose." Of course, no one would be able to tell when an aarakocra did so given their skin and beaks, but Rhurrik felt his skin get hot from blushing at the man's words. He fiddled with the strings on his lute for a moment before shrugging. "As much as I would love to play for a noble or even a royal, my goals are a bit less ambitious I suppose. I wish to be a member of the Noteworthy Brotherhood, you know the bard's guild in Thyseer?"

Rhurrik looked out onto the road he was once travelling on. He'd be there within another week's travel, which made his heart race even more. "I suppose if I do manage to get into the guild, I'd be traveling and playing for anyone and everyone. Some of the most famous bards from the Brotherhood have played for *Kings and queens*, so maybe your words will one day be true." Rhurrik smiled, and noticed Anrgenalbum's once sour face now light up at his performance. "Though, who knows what could happen. I know, living the short life we aarakocra do, I wish to see as much of the world as I can." This was true; aarakocra only ever lived to be around 30 years old, which in many other races is practically considered a child. Rhurrik was only 4 years old, so at least he had quite some time before he would ever have to think about death.
Michael
After a few more dazed moments, the Roc shook himself, clearing his mind of the music that entranced him. As sweet as it was, he had to remain composed and on alert- only Galedriel knew if it was a trick of the mind. Yes, of course- tricks..
The pleasant expression melted quickly from Lucius's face as he sank back into his corrupt reality, clearing his throat in slight embarrassment before meeting Rhurrik's gaze as he began speaking once again.
"Erm- yes. I have heard of them; congradulations, truly. Since I believe it only fair, I will share with you some things about myself." Lucius stated, his hand reaching protectively around his saddlebag instinctively.
"My true name is Lucius Areliarius, and I am a shapeshifter who.. *Inhabits..* These nearest regions. I was raised in Gantrick and take on singing and armour smithing upon *Other* Things, which I fear I shall not name. I am pleased to make your acquaintance." 
Through demeanor, it was obvious that some very important details were left out, because, obviously, it would be in poor taste to roam around telling everyone you steal, use Artificer magics, and devour the occasional unlucky traveller's oxen or horses... Such things tended to make others uneasy or wrathful when shared- within good reason, some rational part of his brain argued.