*It is a warm night in the nearby tavern, and as you sit by the bar, a lavender-skinned tiefling girl takes to the low stage nearby, her narrow fingers clutching a well-made violin in one hand, bow in the other. Her eyes meet yours briefly and she grins at you, taking a brief bow towards both yourself and the crowd. You'd place her in her very late teens, but she dresses in the pastel frills and petticoats of someone younger. Her set is full of bardic classics, jaunty jigs, reels and high energy tunes that fill the tavern with positive energy.* *Her short set comes to a close to scattered applause and a few copper pieces in her fiddle case, and she grabs the coins then scoots over to the bar. Her gaze finds yours and she gives you another smile, slightly flushed from her performance.* Hey! I'm Lyric!