No music is being played at this time. There is a local bard that plays here from time to time, her name is Phoebe Van Sulvara.
Perception Bogart: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23 "I heard that you lousy slave. I'll have you know my chili has won the Longacre cook off three years running. I never spit in the chili, though I would make sure to tip the barmaids." Bogart calls from over the bar as he prepares some bread, cheese and fruits for your breakfast. He brings them to the table. "now enough with the pleasantries. What is all this about? Those church folk ruffle the ol'Arcbaron's feathers?"
