He unslings his instrament and starts softly plucking at the strings, a somber expression on his face. He continues playing quietly until he feels everyone who wants to listen is. He speaks in a soft, clear voice that stays in tune with his playing:

Gather 'round for this story told
Of a ruler young and bold
Who built a kingdom with one goal
To unite all people as a whole
Magic flurished and prosperity bloom
But none forsaw the hidden doom
Quickly before the king knew
His small nation grew and grew
Favor made the joy run cold
Affecting people young and old
Factions formed and anger came
Kindling fires that would not tame
Hatred festered like a cist
Finally the king forced his iron fist
Peace given way to troubled times
As he rang the brass bell chimes
To the heavens he raised his voice
And to the masses he gave a choice
Those still loyal would recieve great gain
Those not were scorned with shame
Many left that night
Saving all from a terrible fight
Time passes to bring steady ease
With no upsurpers needed to please
True tranquility still gone
But every day still comes dawn
If you thing this song was jest
Just ask Drysart, ruler of Evercrest...

He continues to play lightly even after his lips have fallen silent, a solemn expression upon his face.

He starts to make his way to the bar, but pauses and looks down into one of side pockets and seems to speak silently to something inside. After he's done, he continues on to the bar as if nothing had happened.