<div class="floatleft">(https://images.8tracks.com/cover/i/012/939/486/8a474a3963453392c378102935294dd2-3394.jpg?rect=0,82,563,563&amp;q=98&amp;fm=jpg&amp;fit=max)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><strong>DASHING MINSTREL | ROEN TUSK</strong></span></span><br/>Half-Elf Gestalt (Rogue | Bard) | Background: Entertainer | Chaotic Good<br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2774234)<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Roll Result: PhantomPistoleer rolled: 1d20, adding 9 to the total<br/>Comment: Performance check<br/>Result: 5,<br/>Total: 14<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Without another word, Roen got up from his bed, rummaged through the chest, found his flute, and began playing a really slow jazzy tune.  One could even say that it was... blues-y.  In between toots of his flute, Roen inserted his singing voice into the fray.  Roen could sing!  He had a very clear, distinct voice.<br/><br/>Listen people, here comes Gundren Rockseeker, sad toot-toot-tooooot,<br/>He's got glory all around him, yes he has... another sad, forlorn toot, toot, tooooot,<br/>When the world goes wrong, and you've got the blues... a hopeful, but melancholy toot,<br/>He's the man what makes you get out both your adventuring shoes!  A breakdown!  Roen's speeding it up now.  He's getting really jazzy and fun.<br/><br/>Mr. Rockseeker, our rescuer and hero, Roen makes his voice sound like a chorus,<br/>Got the magic, yes he has, He was still singing a chorus, but injected his voice in 'yes he has'<br/>Ain't no medicine known to man  Chorus, still<br/>That can make you feel good like Gundren Rockseeker can!<br/><br/>Only name that you need to know, Roen sang as himself, and continued--<br/>World's greatest philanthropist pro,<br/>He wasn't a devil, but whoever he was,<br/>But no one can save em' the way Gundren does,<br/><br/>Hello Faerun, give me Gundren Rockseeker,<br/>He's got what I need, yes he has<br/>When the world goes wrong and I've got the blues<br/>He's the guy who makes me<br/>Put on both my adventuring' shoes!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Gundren Rockseeker watched as Roen played his little flute with a great deal of amusement.  He liked to be well-thought of, one supposed.  He clapped along, guffawed, gasped, and was greatly moved by the lyrics.<br/><br/>"Bravo, bravo!" Gundren shouted, clapping his beefy palms together.   "Brilliant show, lad, brilliant.  Oh," he turned to you, Blaise,  "Well, as it just happens, I do need a few good folks to come along on a grand adventure.  Two members of my caravan got into a row at a tavern and are now being held by the constabulary.  So, I am in need of two 'adventurers' as it were."  Here, Gundren did two big quotation marks with his pudgy fingers.<br/><br/>"I can give you the ten gold now and ten gold upon delivery of the caravan, if'n that is something that intrigues you," Gundren added.   "I noticed you folk didn't have much in the way of equipment.  Barely have any clothes between you, but the lad somehow managed to salvage an iron pot and a shovel, as if that makes any sense."<br/><br/>"The shovel was a paddle," Roen explained.   "I used the pot to collect rainwater."<br/><br/>"And the sword?"<br/><br/>Roen glanced at his sword.   "Oh, it's... well, it belonged to my father," Roen said.   "I'd have rather died than to be without it."