OoC: Haha, I don't expect you to. : P I'm using Louis Fritz--the link to his profile's in my sig. Sorry that this is short/blah, but I'm kind of rusty right now. ^^;;

IC:
Granted, maybe his clothes were a little old-fashioned. A little too "back-country farmer". But he didn't think that warranted all the attention he was getting here as he strode in, his tall hat knocking into the top of the door frame as the instrument cases rattled on his broad back. He nodded his head to people here and there as he walked by--anyone who was staring at him a little too long. They gave the piece of hay he had stuck jauntily in his mouth a distasteful look, but he just went on chewing on the end of it, pretending to be oblivious to it all.

There was an interesting-looking fellow at the bar--blue-hair, grim face, sort of nonchalant expression. Just the sort of person the minstrel enjoyed drinking with, just to see them loosen their stiff upper lip a bit, and maybe to hear their story. They always had an entertaining tale in their past to tell, if you could get it out of them. He adjusted his hat on his head, dusted off his shirt, and took a seat next to him, ordering a beer. He wasn't here this evening to hear any stories, but...relaxing a little bit before a job couldn't hurt.

Without taking his eyes off the beer taps in front of him, he asked the blue-haired man, "So...what brings a fellow like you out here, eh?"

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