Chapter 149: Musician Hamel (9) - The Price of Laying Hands on You

Performances in taverns do not normally attract that much attention.

To people faced with such stimuli as sweet liquor, heated gambling, and charming members of the opposite sex, the performance of some musician whose name they barely know is nothing more than background music.

Even if they sometimes stare blankly or clap when they have nothing else to do, one could hardly expect them to show the same level of focus as at a proper concert or opera.

But the scene unfolding at the Foggy Goblet at this very moment was quite different.

Clop. Clop.

The moment a man began ascending the stairs to the stage, the din drifting throughout the tavern began to subside rapidly.

New customers looked around in puzzlement at their suddenly quiet surroundings, while the regulars focused their attention on the stage in anticipation of the performance about to begin.

Comfortable travel clothes and a feathered hat.

There were many small scars scattered across the face visible beneath the hat, proof of his rough life, yet the man's expression was clear and innocent, without a trace of darkness, like a child about to play a prank.

The musician politely greeted those looking at him, then took a seat at the piano set up in the corner of the stage...