The jaunty walk and free spirited song coming from her lips preceded Barbara as she entered the Glass Pelican. Spying the bartender and a scantily clad woman at the bar she gave them a deep bow. "Greetings!! I am Barbara Songweaver and I have come to entertain you and earn possibly a few silver for making your cares vanish and your hearts merry! My good sir! Are you the proprietor of this fine establishment?" She gave him a winning smile and a saucy wink.<br/><br/>She was dressed in a green and brown paisley dress with a leather bustier that showed off her generous cleavage. Her brown leather boots came to mid calf and had her green leggings tucked into them. The skirt was split for riding and came only to her knees. On her back was not a sword or any kind of ordinary weapon, but a beautiful hand carved lute with gold fittings.<br/><br/>She swung the lute from her back and with practiced ease began singing a charming song of pretty maids and dancing courtiers who never stopped trying to impress the Queen. Her voice was sweet and might make those around her want to dance a jig. Possibly the dancing would encourage them to buy more drinks to sooth their throats. It was her standard plea for employment and it usually worked. Especially if the owner threw in a room and free food and drink.