"Lots of stories." He winked at Tauroak.
The entertainment was sufficient. Booth had some new friends, music, a drink and plenty of comradery. It could be called a good night if it ended now. But good wasn't what they were shooting for.
The elf looked at him and Booth knew what was coming,
"No fucking way!" He lit up as if seeing an old friend. The sailor quickly took a swig to finish what was in his glass and stood.
Booth shook his head in disbelief as he made his way toward the small stage.
"Here's one I learned down by the pier when I was young." He took a deep breath and pointed to the minstrels.
"Sea shanty." He looked to the crowd.
"Sing along. You too!" He pointed to Legolas and Gimli.
Booth started dancing. It was a simple repeatable step similar to an Irish jib. The sailor didn't have the most beautiful singing voice. He would probably never have a career in it. But, for a sailor shanty, he could be understood and lead the song. He started slow so the audience could get the feel for it and picked it up as they went.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_RWtdm81WU
"What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!"
Here I was thinking it might be worth failing on purpose. Didn't matter.
Booth Braedon rolled 2 using 1d20+1. Cha save.
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