After a few more songs, Sammy plays his final chord of the night, and his audience bursts into applause, most not even realising there is something odd about either the guitarist or his Instrument. Picking up a few coins that had been thrown towards him, he turns towards the bar, seeking out anyone who looks paticularly capable in a fight.

"Don't s'ppose any folks in here are looking fir a bit of work, I need a new clerk fer m'shop and I need a few Adventurers, as you call yerselves to help with a bit of... ahem... questin'."