It had been an excellent day already, and was only gettingbetter.  The bracers he had 'acquired' from the High Shaman of theTunnelworm tribe fit like a layer of skin on him and the robes theguards had awarded him for his valor were a welcome change from theleather he had grown accustomed to hating. Up ahead though, lie the LeakyDinghy and another potential for profit.

Strolling into the Tavern, Arcilis takes a quick observation of thesmall group of people in it with a glance, specifically Whisp and theBarmaid.

'Ain't at a sight! Ain't nothin' amate likes more 'en serenading a lass o'er some  fine drinks.Mayhap Arc's day  couldn't get no better.' He thought to himselfwith a mischevious smirk.

Quickly tumbling up to the bar, Arcilis shows the bartender his battered lute and gives him a wink.
 
"Me services are free of charge tonight, mate, jus' pour me a mug and we call it square, oy!"

Sauntering up to the nearest vacant table, he clears his throughtloudly and hops onto the table top. Kicking a few plates and a pitcheroff the surface, he does a few quick turns and strums the lute a momentlistening for a key.

"Well, mates, sit ye back, enjoy yer brew. Arc's 'ere and 'is is 'ow it is. He'll sing ya drunk and ye'll buy him beer. Oy!"

He pitches a small empty sack onto the table in front of him for tips,and gives a gracious bow in the direction of each of the ladies hesees. With this he begins his little three-step jig and starts to playa quick dancing tune. All the while an ear to ear grin remains firmlyplanted on his little face.

'What a fine, fine night 'is one is gon' be.' He thought as he started his song.

"Saw some right wicked things, 'own 'ere beneath the Wavecrest, see.Thought, mayhap a few 'ere seen it too. So Arc wrote ya a little ditty,maybe worth drinkin' too. Calls it 'Right Wicked Things Down Beneaththe Wavecrest.'  S'only a verse er two."

"Down beneath the tavern's boards,
A stone burrow there be had,
And if down 'at burrow
You be headed,
Listen close and luck ye'll have.

Ain't naught good or fair down there,
But somethin' brew'd cold and black ,
Wick'd magics that bind the soul ,
And viscious kobolds,
All in shadow, all attack."

He takes a quick momet and surveys the room.
"Now the chorus chaps, see if ye catch me tune"

"If any a cares we had to this
They far from me now be
Cause now we cares only this
We drinks and we ain't buyin'!
We drinks and we ain't buyin'!
Oy!"

With that, he continues his song.

"But down they went before me,
Daggers borne on chests as badges
'En their leader
He joins the mass with three blades
Through 'is 'eart an' true to form.

His crazy rantings Arc minds
'Em ne'er more.
So let the blood go full!
Blades they are a flyin'!

Stopping again with a sly grin and twirling the lute between his hands, "Chorus again, course right. Sing a long!"

"If any a cares we had to this
They far from me now be
Cause now we cares only this
We drinks and we ain't buyin'!
We drinks and we ain't buyin'!
Oy!"

He loooks around almost cautiously to see if the bartender is about to throw him out and smiles at their apparent indiscretion.

"'Ow's about a second time through eh? Same as before only louder! Withan ale in each o' Arc's 'ands! Barmaid, miss, needs an ale 'ere. Ain'tno song worth singin' with out an ale in each hand and belly near tasplittin'!" With this he sets his lute aside for a moment and idlyjuggles a few throwing knives, wondering, only briefly, how safe thismay be after the number of drinks he has already had.

Anduil regarded the other bowman curiously a moment.  The Elf's quiver was as full, if not moreso that the melo-dramatic one and his bow gleamed more than is usual for a bow.  He, as usual remained silent, as was Anduil's way.

Across the room a small, boisterous halfing quite happily bounced and danced along to whatever music was playing and thought nothing of dragging a lass, of any race, to dance with him.  Calasin, Highly skilled trap disarmerererer, as he called himself, quite happily enjoyed his evening seeming to not have a care in the world.