Abrahms
One Thousand Club
Walking into the tavern, Barost had snagged a table off to the side, a small part of him dreading what might happen with Garret attempting to play for people he'd never met and in a place that seemed to have its own expectations for entertainment. Learning towards a few of the closer tables he tried to help encourge the crowd to the half-elven bard, muttering he'd heard him play a few times -- wasn't half bad and similar comments.
Seeing him challenged on the stage, the sorcerer readied in case things turned ugly, but thankfully it turned into a battle of bards instead of a battle of blades. Enjoying the two different songs, Barost started to clap after Garret finished, only to notice the room had gone silent again and grew uneasy once more. Sighing after all the back and forth, he decided to join the others at the bar, leaning on it, "See, I got us a table, thinkin' we'd all sit together, but here you lot din't even glance my way!" He smiled, his earring glowing faintly in his ear, "How's the room situation then? We still need t'sort that out?"
Seeing him challenged on the stage, the sorcerer readied in case things turned ugly, but thankfully it turned into a battle of bards instead of a battle of blades. Enjoying the two different songs, Barost started to clap after Garret finished, only to notice the room had gone silent again and grew uneasy once more. Sighing after all the back and forth, he decided to join the others at the bar, leaning on it, "See, I got us a table, thinkin' we'd all sit together, but here you lot din't even glance my way!" He smiled, his earring glowing faintly in his ear, "How's the room situation then? We still need t'sort that out?"