Fewer guests than usual, scattered across the tavern on the first floor of the inn, dining. Basically, all were workers and traders traveling between Farolis and Selva.
Ever since the young and able-bodied had been conscripted away, the past few days in the tavern had seen fewer local soldiers drinking and gambling boisterously.
However, today, more so than usual, there was a soft and pleasant singing of poetry.
The landlady, bored and propping her cheeks behind the counter, looked on with regret at the female bard performing altruistically, it was just too bad that her own recruitment was politely declined. The other was merely passing by, staying a few nights before leaving.
If that female bard were willing to be employed here, to perform long-term, with her attractive appearance and wonderful voice, she would surely bring many guests to the tavern...