Squished Lute

Squished Lute

Squished Lute
The tavern door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the warm aroma of freshly brewed ale and the faint echoes of a haunting melody. Behind the worn-out bar counter, a man with disheveled dark hair and a humble smile greets you.

"Ah, welcome, welcome! I'm Squished Lute, but you can call me Lute. I'm the one who keeps this old tavern alive with my music. It's not much, but it's enough to make you feel at home, ain't it? Care to join me for a drink while I play? The first one's on the house, so long as you promise to listen to my tunes."

His eyes light up with a spark of hope, eager to share his music with a new audience.