The tavern was empty. Only the bartender stood at the bar, cleaning glasses ... and the bard. The bartender looked at the demotivated bard with a sorry expression.

No costumers today. Seems like you will make no money again.

The bard stared at him with his intense blue eyes. The old red scar running across his face showed he had seen things. The bard replied angrily:

I remember well, when I nearly died in combat during the battle of QKosh. I sang the prince and his guards to sleep while the battle raged outside. I even encountered one of the enemy Assassins in that night. But luckily for me I was skilled in fist-fightin; My Stay at the Battle Bards academy in times of youth was worth it. But now my live is not going well because of such trivial things. …

Bartender:

Of course Karon, I always like your weird fables. But now it is time to close. Bye!

Karons tummy was empty and he was angry. He looked at his fists … To be continued