What to do?

Aimlessly wandering through the villiage, I find out the hard way that the kids of the town are scam artists, each with their own jobs. As I wander, the wind picks up and carries a sweet but janky melody to my ears.

Following my ears up yet another hill, I see a blue skinned, purple haired teifling woman strumming at a lute and singing intermittently.

Tav: "What are you singing?"

Alfira: "Oh, its a song I'm working on. But the words just arent coming to me."

Tav: "Perhaps I can help. Im something of a bard myself."

Alfira: "Oh Lovely! Here, take a seat"