King was... lets be honest, King was completely lost. He'd never been to the Freljord, and now he was just sitting in the only tavern he'd come across who would serve him. He wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that it was the first non-Avarosan one he'd tried. Regardless, he was thankful for the good drinks and better music. On that thought, he looked over to the woman. "You take requests?"
The bard taps the open instrument case with her bow without saying a word. Mostly because she’s taking a drink out of her hip-flask.
A few coins were sprinkled inside the case of varying values, but all-and-all, a decent night’s wages from just the tips.






