Donovan wasted no time digging into his chicken and potatoes. With the first few bites of that warm, tender flesh he felt shooting pains in his gut, the kind one would get upon eating after fasting for days. But his hunger compelled him to continue, bite upon bite were greedily devoured. Soon the pain was gone and replaced with warmth and contentnent as the food coated and filled his stomach. Oh how he loved good chicken, the pleasure of the meal went straight to his head and while it only took him a few moments to turn a hearty plate of food into little more then grease spots and bones upon a wooden tray he hoped that feeling would linger a while and keep the next bout of hunger pangs at bay throughout the night. It would not however. Contentment was always fleeting for the bard.<br/><br/>Donovan looked over at the spider courting her stupid, drunken fly for a moment in passing as he overheard their interaction. The bard almost pittied the foolish man. Clearly he did not know a viper when he saw one. But then again, all for the better that such a fool fall into the woman's trap. If he was stupid enough to be taken in by her even though she was about as subtle as a brick to the face then it was probably for the best that he didn't survive long enough to breed and sire more idiots into this world. There we're, after all, quite enough mouth breathing morons filling the land as it was.<br/><br/>With fresh food in his belly and the crying woman gone Donovan's discomfort had departed now as well for the time being. And thanks to the woman's hasty departure he was left without the cruel reminder that it was not just hunger which pained him but that pesky sense of compassion that so often got him into trouble. Ignorance was bliss after all and without being forced to face the pain he felt on that woman's behalf free of an empty stomach to blame it on Donovan remained blissfully unaware of how he felt about her apparent plight. Instead, what he did feel was mild ammusement at the notion of how this lustful man would likely be taken for every coin he had and left naked and strung up to a bed somewhere after that snake of a woman had her way with him. Maybe she would even kill him. Again though, only a piece of him could pity the fool. The rest of him could only scoff at the man for walking so blindly and eagerly into the jaws of an obvious predator.<br/><br/>"My complements to the cook barkeep. That was the best chicken I've had in seasons. I feel fully refreshed and ready for another set heheh." He says in that same friendly tone as he slaps the counter and gets up from the bar. Perhaps it would be ammusing to linger there a bit longer and watch the pretty spider string up her doofus of a fly. But then again, if she got board with him she might just turn her attention onto Donovan and the bard cringed at the very thought. She may be pretty on the outside but the image he had begun to paint of her in his mind was revolting indeed and he would risk loosing that delicious meal if she were to try and turn that charlitain charm onto him.<br/><br/>So with haste, Donovan returned to the stage and took up his lute. "So sorry to keep you waiting my lovelies. But im a man of my word and now I'll be taking requests from now until the wee hours so feel free to ask me for your favorite tune." He says as he begins to strum a sweet, ambient melody whike he takes his seat and waits for his first request. Donovan was an expert scholar of the arts and of music in particular so there was likely not a song he did not know by heart in all the land. Surly not one any of these people from all over could ask to hear. Well, unless it was some ancient elven diddy or something of similar obscurity that is. Though this fact was perhaps disheatening as of all the hundreds of songs in the bard's repertoire not a one of them could move him quite like they could move others.