"I don't like liars either boy." Growled the hunter with an increasingly irritated tone.
"That aint no coin pouch boy, judging by the sealing on it its a banshees scream. You know what that is? No I didn't think so. If you'd opened that bag to check out your spoils you'd likely have killed everyone in the room, including yourself."
He looked over his shoulder at two now very bashful looking dwarves.
"As for you two, what the hell are you playing at? This should be in a sealed curse box in a lockup somewhere!"
The dwarves fumbled what sounded like an apology. Clearly Mr.Gunnarson held quite a lot of sway around these parts.
Suddenly the light of an idea shone over the hunters face.
"You got two choices kid. You can either stay here nice and snug while we fetch the guards over here, y'know they REALLY don't like thieves trying to take things from this particular establishment. Or you can do some work for me and maybe do some good with those petty skills of yours."
""Oh come on Cal, your gonna get the kid killed. Cut him some slack." said Matilda, who had ignored the young bards requests due to more serious matters at hand.
"He coulda seriously hurt a lot of people Matilda. He's gotta pay his dues. So what'll it be kid?"
Matilda sighed and turn back to Meygan. "Sorry honey what were you saying? Performing? Look, I'm not gonna tell you again that the patrons won't like songs about hunts, even if you sing about the sun shining outa their hindquarters. If you want to do some song, make it something that'll take their minds offa their work. Heaven knows some of them could use it." she gave another sigh.
"Oh and I almost forgot, someone dropped a note by asking it be given specifically to you, Istvan. Told me it was for your eyes only so naturally I read it to make sure there was no nasty mojo on it. Seems you might have another client waiting already, a spooked one at that. Shall I hand it over or you gonna need a little more R&R for that leg first?"