2nd of Summer 514 A.V.
The salt air was a balm to Tyr's ruffled nerves, the scent of the ocean wafting up on the breeze to meet him like a long lost lover. It was that last little bit of strength he needed to propel himself forward into the common room of the Kelp Bar, aptly named considering the immediate smell of seaweed and fish that greeted the Svefra the moment he opened the door. With his fiddle and bow tucked securely under one arm he strode in, an easy, slightly crooked, smile upon his face. He needed to make a good impression after all.
"Oi Ben, stop that racket yer louts is causin, some people want tae drink in peace!"
The place was lively, that much Tyr could say for it. The woman behind the bar was clearly the owner, and the lot he was yelling at were a group of drunken sailors, arm in arm and singing a bawdy tune. Singing it quite badly at that. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he watched their antics, right up until a mug went flying though the air to clunk against one of their heads. The barkeep had aparently had enough, and soon the commotion died down. Tyrion almost turned himself around and walked out then, too intimidated by the old woman to speak properly, but luckily the choice was taken out of his hands.
"You there! Whats it you be wantin eh? A kelp beer I would assume. Its the only thing we serve 'ere anyhow." The woman was old, but seemed to be built just as sturdily as some of the older buildings the young Svefra had marveled at upon his first sight of the city. Sparce though she was Tyr could see a certain strength to her cast, and a hint of the beauty that likely once was. Her steely gaze stopped him in his tracks and made his confidence shiver, but only for a moment.
He assumed his most charming smile and nodded to the fiddle in his arms," I was hoping I could play a while 'an see what I could make, If ya don't mind that is." He smiled at her again and shook out his hair, hoping his youthful charms would sway her. They didn't.
"Why would I want a brat like you making noise in my bar when I just got those louts to quiet down? Buy a drink or be off with ya." She waved her hand dismissively, using the unimaginably dirty rag she had, but recently, been using to wipe down the bar to wave at the door.
A frown tugged at the corneres of Tyr's mouth as she spoke, and he let it wipe away his smile. Instead he put one hand on the bar and leaned forward, looking the older woman in the eye," How bout this then, I'll sing and see if they give me a few copper for the entertainment. As I'm doin so, mayhaps the sound of an actual musician brings in a few extra louts off the docks to enjoy a good drink? I may not be the best, but I could at least manage that... Whadya say?"
In truth he was nowhere near as confident in himself as he let on, his usual easy demeanor completely shaken by his first real day in this port city of Zeltiva. Szefra were not uncommon here, in fact there were many in and around the port, but they were not members of his own pod, and due to his inexperience even they had him balked with the sheer unfamiliarity of their faces. It had become easier, when he dove into the streets, as the myriad of faces had begun to blend together, so many that the young bard could not logically keep up with them . Only now that he was standing in there, actually asking for the chance to play in front of this crowd of strangers, did it hit him that he would be doing this for the first time.
The bartender gave him a dark look, her face showing a hint of suspicion, but soon the possibility of extra coin forced her to give in. She turned and spat, then stretched out a hand," Yae better be able tae get me a few extra coustomers boy. Elsewise I'll be running you out with more 'n a few welts, ya hear?"
Tyr sighed in mild relief his smile, at least, returning in full force," Aye ma'am. You won't be dissapointed. I'll entertain as best I can." With the owners permission, all he need do is play and hope for the best.
