Your eagle eye and craftiness

Many bards are just a small step away from thievery when they need to stay alive, and you're no different from the rest. You're a jack of all trades (albeit a master of none), and you've got a knack for tricky devices like wagon wheels and bowstrings (and locks). You don't advertise some of these more legally questionable skills, but they're there to support you when you absolutely need it. And your eagle eye and awareness of the world around you has saved you from more than one tight scrape. Some singers have their heads in the clouds - but not you.

You arrived in Torwin just in time to perform a bit at their harvest festival, but that only lasted a couple of days - and though your performances were popular, you didn't make enough coin to escape this place. You've been looking for work, but most of what's available around here runs to the "hard menial labor" vein, and you're not very well cut out for that. If you could only convince someone to give you passage out of this dead-end town...you sigh. It would be nice to be in a big city again, somewhere with actual opportunities to ply your trade. But that doesn't look likely right now...

Gorto interrupts your doldrums by thunking two mugs of foamy ale down on the bar in front of you. "Here yeh go, Gavilard," he says. "Enjoy 'em!" You nod and pass a couple of small coins across the bar to him in thanks.