[Mithadan]

The Innkeeper walked around the bar and headed to the door. He swung the portal open just in time for a Man bearing a lute to enter. He was followed by others bearing instruments of various kinds.

"What took ye?" scolded the Innkeeper. "We've guests to entertain! Set up yer things over there by the fire and have at it!"

The minstrels set up their instruments and consulted quickly before tuning. Then at a nod from the singer they began to play.

"In honor of the Lady Amanaduial!" he cried.

Let me bring you songs from the wood:
to make you feel much better than you could know.
Dust you down from tip to toe.
Show you how the garden grows.
Hold you steady as you go.
Join the chorus if you can:
it'll make of you an honest man.

Let me bring you love from the field:
poppies red and roses filled with summer rain.
To heal the wound and still the pain
that threatens again and again
as you drag down every lover's lane.
Life's long celebration's here.
I'll toast you all in penny cheer.

Let me bring you all things refined:
galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale.
Greetings well met fellow, hail!
I am the wind to fill your sail.
I am the cross to take your nail:
A singer of these ageless times.
With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.

Let me bring you songs from the wood:
to make you feel much better than you could know.
Dust you down from tip to toe.
Show you how the garden grows.
Hold you steady as you go.
Join the chorus if you can:
it'll make of you an honest man.