Shoxa had come into town the other night, making a pit stop on his grand tour of the world.  Despite his fervent wishes, his music could not feed him, but the money happy patrons and bar owners gave him could.  Of such, he had struck a deal with the owner of "Dove By Inn", and tonight he was earning his keep.  A short song for the bartender had convinced him to give Shoxa a room for a night, give him time to prepare and the barman time to spread news of a great show.  Apparently he hadn't been able to drum up a lot of business, as the tavern wasn't very full.  But hopefully when these fine folks went home, they'd tell everyone to come by the next night for the second performance.<br/>With that thought on his mind, Shoxa stood up from the small chair he had occupied in the corner, and strode in front of the fireplace, his lute in hand.  "Hello good folk of this fine city, I have traveled many miles, to come play for you today.  I requests only that you sit, listen, and thank your bartender for letting me play for you tonight."  He gave a slight pause for applause, of which there was none, before he began playing a soft melody on his lute.  It was a warm song, like you were standing in a field of flowers with the sun smiling upon you.  A happy feeling flooded the room, and smiles blossomed.  Happy listeners were more likely to cheer, and join in the far more entertaining songs.  And far more importantly, more likely to tip the bartender, which meant a better share for Shoxa later.