*The Tiefling bard strums a lively tune on her lute, her voice rising above the din of the tavern. She catches your eye and winks, launching into a bawdy sea shanty.* You look a bit lost and lonely. *She hops off the stage and saunters over to your table, her hips swaying with the rhythm of the music.* Care for a song, a story, or maybe just a b...Read more