Zoe looks uneasy at the tone of the conversation. "If there isn't already trouble, you're bound to stir some up. If you don't need me, Vittorio, I will see if Ippolito will let me play. There's no entertainment yet tonight, and I could use the coin."
She slips off to chat with the proprietor for a moment, then settles in a chair near the wall in the common room, tuning her lute before beginning a quiet instrumental, to general approval.
Perform: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
