Travelled to Sharn 4 years later for the remembrance ceremony.
I’m there as a mercenary. An assassin, to be precise. Someone wants the bard dead and is willing to pay handsomely. I don’t know what their beef is with the hapless songstress, and I don’t really care. Too many songs about lambs frolicking in the meadow, probably. Anyhoo, one less bard cluttering up the countryside and a fistful of gold to boot – sounds like a plan…..