"I am hungry, and homeless." as he enters the Tavern. Moving towards the counter he sees the sign on the wall: "if you must speak, prologue your speech, for that is the rule." He sighs, "I am hungry and homeless and in need of food and a home. Please allow me to partake in the activities of this tavern in order to fulfill my needs. Thank you." he leans against the counter and looks around the room.
The Town's drunkard Tavern Wench insists on the Traditional Medieval Dance of which drunkard Mikael accepted. Mikael attempts a dance or what looks like an exercise in awkwardness that leaves everyone flabbergasted. Mikael has not the Dancing Skill but unwisely thinks to be better than the Tavern's Challenge much to detriment of Mikael. What an embarrassing situation! That brings on some giddy laughs.
Krusten shakes her head at how the new comer has made a fool of himself with a reedition of the fairy dance that only young maidens perform at spring. She says to him, "Young man, do not try so hard. Worship me, your queen and I will protect you as my subject."
Dance? I paused a moment and wondered if what I knew how to do would be acceptable. I'd seen many renditions of this particular challenge from light fairy dances to traditional tribal moves by the Easterners that passed through Town. Of course, the wenches were all well versed in body movement as that's how they flirted with the drunkards. What's the worst that could happen?, I thought. So long as I come away with some type of coin I should consider it a win. Maybe I should dance next to the drunkest bastard and see how much coin he's willing to part with!.
The Town's loud Tavern Wench insists on the Traditional Medieval Dance of which inept Witchdoktor accepted. Witchdoktor attempts a dance or what looks like an exercise in awkwardness that leaves everyone flabbergasted. Witchdoktor is sorely unlucky! Witchdoktor is hurt while trying the Dancing Skill.