Roni Quickwing

After his soak, Roni changes into the luxurious robe he makes sure to keep tucked in the bottom of his pack. Just because one lived like a vagabond didn't mean he had to dress like one, now did it?

He pulls a harp from his pack and begins playing it, plucking out a delicate melody. There was a song he had heard in his dreams; it began a few years back, but it had become a recurring theme--equal parts poignant, haunting, and triumphant. Try as he might, he had as of yet been unable to capture its essence...but that didn't stop him from trying.

Perform Strings - (1d20+15)[18]