A Bards tale

Deep in the small country of Alder

in the small town of oakhaven, as the rain falls or the wind blows, as the drifts down from the mountains. A pluck, a tune, the rosin on a bow, a violin plays, despite the wanted posters, mostly from the capital Grimmenhagen, a dark elf bard plies her trade, wanted for banditry and disturbance of the peace involving a cleric

Ciwiph Swiftsong plays a jaunty tune in the mostly empty tavern. There's adventure to be but what is your tale?