Shar eased in the door, hoping she could get to the bar without drawing attention. To her surprise, no one even looked up. Each customer too deep in their own pain to take notice of her.
The inside of the tavern was worse than the outside. There were even more rats. Dirt and filth everywhere—trash stacked in one of the corners of the room, broken furniture piled in another, another dead or drunk lying in front of the bar.
Shar leaned over the counter, "Sir."
"What?"
Shariana smiled and batted her eyelids, "I want to play for your patrons."
The barkeep formed his grizzled face into a nasty look, "I ain't payin ya."
"Not a problem." Shar could see no stage so she hopped up on the bar and sat. She immediately began to play. She wanted to get as far into her spell as she could in case an
