A contribution by Jaime M.81
Rumored to board at the Seven Stars, two bards of local renown grasp for the next crowd-pleaser. They are never seen off the stage, but few know what to look for. Jerkins of silk are returned to the innkeeper for garb of wool, feather-tipped hats are traded for thick cloaks, and books and instruments never leave their hard-earned room, for even the glitter of limelight lessens against the gleam of their last coin in the baker's hand.
In truth, how may an artist drink the many wines of life should their cup ever be full?