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When you see the flamboyant duo walking through the door, you begin to count the seconds before you throw them out. Of all the folk to enter your tavern, be it thugs, drunks or beggars, none are as miserable to deal with than musicians. Minstrels and songwriters, the absolute bane of your existence. Full of pride and empty of coin, they stroll into your bar like they own the place and then think their talent can pay for food and drink. You learned your lesson the first few times, letting them fill their bellies then finding they don't have a cent to pay for it. But of course they can sing and dance, isn't that enough? To fill your tavern with that wretched caterwauling, driving you and your paying customers crazy and then pretend that is just as good as gold. As fun as it is to let your regulars rough them up after failing to pay up, it still doesn't gain you a single coin. They aren't joking about being penniless, most of those awful prancing fools have nothing in their pockets or head. You would put out a sign banning them from your premises, but you just know they would ignore it. Surely, that is meant for the bad musicians, and not for perfect little me. So when they walk in now, you lay down the rules right then and there. Money up front, and not a drop of drink or speck of food til coins are on the table. They will give the same sorry excuse each time, and then offer to entertain in order to pay their bill. And the answer to that, every time, is an absolute "no." Pay now or you'll be eating your instruments instead. A threat like that and a few mean looks from your regulars is usually enough to shoo them away. Usually.

Of course the pair that prances through your door have a bit more spine to them. They pay no mind to the threat or the nasty looks. They instead choose to insist that they could play to fix their money woes, but you aren't having it. So instead they go a different route. They decide to challenge you and everyone in the bar to a bet, which already piques your curiosity. These fancy folk rarely have such courage, so you humor them and hear them out. They offer to play a single song for the crowd and then let your patrons decide their fate. They believe their music is so good, that your customers will happily pay for their meal and mead. If the song ends and the audience isn't wooed, though, then they will hand over their instruments and lend their bodies as punching bags. It is a bizarre bet, one that seems impossible to win for them, but they insist. They speak highly of their talent and music, on how everyone is enraptured when they strike their chords. In fact, they were just in La'Frel just last week and the entire town fell in love with their song! Their performance was legendary, it shook that town to its very core and every soul alive went crazy just hearing their melody! They hype themselves up just like every other jester that walks in here, but their bet leaves you intrigued. They have set out a deal they couldn't possibly win, so why do they think things will swing in their favor? You know your regulars, and you know what they like to hear. Surely these fools couldn't win them over, so a beat down is inevitable! And if they do win, then there is still money to be made, just out of someone else's pocket. Thankfully it won't be yours, so you give in and accept this strange bet. Your customers swear and jeer at the fancy fools as they get into position and ready their instruments. The hoots, hollers and flying mugs seem to signal your inevitable victory, as this crowd would never give into these kind of folk. All you have to do is wait, and victory will surely be yours.

When the music starts, it hits like a lightening bolt. As much as you hate their grinning faces and goofy getup, they sure know how to start a show. The first note strikes your heart like a hammer to an anvil, and your veins practically pulse to the melody. You never heard a tune like this, and it feels like one you'll never forget. It is pretty good, and rather catchy too. Even your rowdy customers are showing interest in this performance. Their yelling and mockery has fallen silent, replaced with stomping boots and clapping hands. They sure seem to be enjoying it, and you have to admit you are starting to really like it too. The music feels like it is flowing through your body, and your heart is following along with the rhythm. Before you know it, you are clapping along too and getting caught up in the fun. The beat is getting louder and louder, but it only makes it more exciting. Your customers are now out of their seats and on their feet, dancing and thrashing to the song as the two musicians wail and writhe onstage. You feel like you are about to leap over your own bar to join them, but something briefly flashes in the back of your mind. La'Frel, that town that is a couple leagues down the way. You didn't think about it when they first brought it up, but now something in your brain itches at the sound of it. One of your suppliers is based in La'Frel, and they were the ones who were late on the delivery. You haven't heard from them about the missing drop off, which is a bit odd. Now that you think of it, some of your usual customers are from that town and you haven't seen them in a bit. When was the last time? Over a week ago? The memory slips from your mind as the music grows louder in your skull. No time to worry about those details now. The music is flowing, the party is going and you are ready to dive right in. The crowd screams and flails as the melody reaches a fevered pitch. These musicians have earned their meal tonight, that is for sure...

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Just a dumb doodle here. Was thinking about the demonic band, mainly the goofball duo of Miserel and Agored. Obviously the two go on their own from time to time to hunt for prey, getting a lot of fun from the whole bloody song and dance, and thought how they would disguise themselves. Of course Miserel is already human-shaped with human-like features, but what of Agored? This was just a fun "what-if?" As well as the confirmation that I am really bad at drawing humans.

Description
When you see the flamboyant duo walking through the door, you begin to count the seconds before you throw them out. Of all the folk to enter your tavern, be it thugs, drunks or beggars, none are as miserable to deal with than musicians. Minstrels and songwriters, the absolute bane of your existence. Full of pride and empty of coin, they stroll into your bar like they own the place and then think their talent can pay for food and drink. You learned your lesson the first few times, letting them fill their bellies then finding they don't have a cent to pay for it. But of course they can sing and dance, isn't that enough? To fill your tavern with that wretched caterwauling, driving you and your paying customers crazy and then pretend that is just as good as gold. As fun as it is to let your regulars rough them up after failing to pay up, it still doesn't gain you a single coin. They aren't joking about being penniless, most of those awful prancing fools have nothing in their pockets or head. You would put out a sign banning them from your premises, but you just know they would ignore it. Surely, that is meant for the bad musicians, and not for perfect little me. So when they walk in now, you lay down the rules right then and there. Money up front, and not a drop of drink or speck of food til coins are on the table. They will give the same sorry excuse each time, and then offer to entertain in order to pay their bill. And the answer to that, every time, is an absolute "no." Pay now or you'll be eating your instruments instead. A threat like that and a few mean looks from your regulars is usually enough to shoo them away. Usually.

Of course the pair that prances through your door have a bit more spine to them. They pay no mind to the threat or the nasty looks. They instead choose to insist that they could play to fix their money woes, but you aren't having it. So instead they go a different route. They decide to challenge you and everyone in the bar to a bet, which already piques your curiosity. These fancy folk rarely have such courage, so you humor them and hear them out. They offer to play a single song for the crowd and then let your patrons decide their fate. They believe their music is so good, that your customers will happily pay for their meal and mead. If the song ends and the audience isn't wooed, though, then they will hand over their instruments and lend their bodies as punching bags. It is a bizarre bet, one that seems impossible to win for them, but they insist. They speak highly of their talent and music, on how everyone is enraptured when they strike their chords. In fact, they were just in La'Frel just last week and the entire town fell in love with their song! Their performance was legendary, it shook that town to its very core and every soul alive went crazy just hearing their melody! They hype themselves up just like every other jester that walks in here, but their bet leaves you intrigued. They have set out a deal they couldn't possibly win, so why do they think things will swing in their favor? You know your regulars, and you know what they like to hear. Surely these fools couldn't win them over, so a beat down is inevitable! And if they do win, then there is still money to be made, just out of someone else's pocket. Thankfully it won't be yours, so you give in and accept this strange bet. Your customers swear and jeer at the fancy fools as they get into position and ready their instruments. The hoots, hollers and flying mugs seem to signal your inevitable victory, as this crowd would never give into these kind of folk. All you have to do is wait, and victory will surely be yours.

When the music starts, it hits like a lightening bolt. As much as you hate their grinning faces and goofy getup, they sure know how to start a show. The first note strikes your heart like a hammer to an anvil, and your veins practically pulse to the melody. You never heard a tune like this, and it feels like one you'll never forget. It is pretty good, and rather catchy too. Even your rowdy customers are showing interest in this performance. Their yelling and mockery has fallen silent, replaced with stomping boots and clapping hands. They sure seem to be enjoying it, and you have to admit you are starting to really like it too. The music feels like it is flowing through your body, and your heart is following along with the rhythm. Before you know it, you are clapping along too and getting caught up in the fun. The beat is getting louder and louder, but it only makes it more exciting. Your customers are now out of their seats and on their feet, dancing and thrashing to the song as the two musicians wail and writhe onstage. You feel like you are about to leap over your own bar to join them, but something briefly flashes in the back of your mind. La'Frel, that town that is a couple leagues down the way. You didn't think about it when they first brought it up, but now something in your brain itches at the sound of it. One of your suppliers is based in La'Frel, and they were the ones who were late on the delivery. You haven't heard from them about the missing drop off, which is a bit odd. Now that you think of it, some of your usual customers are from that town and you haven't seen them in a bit. When was the last time? Over a week ago? The memory slips from your mind as the music grows louder in your skull. No time to worry about those details now. The music is flowing, the party is going and you are ready to dive right in. The crowd screams and flails as the melody reaches a fevered pitch. These musicians have earned their meal tonight, that is for sure...

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Just a dumb doodle here. Was thinking about the demonic band, mainly the goofball duo of Miserel and Agored. Obviously the two go on their own from time to time to hunt for prey, getting a lot of fun from the whole bloody song and dance, and thought how they would disguise themselves. Of course Miserel is already human-shaped with human-like features, but what of Agored? This was just a fun "what-if?" As well as the confirmation that I am really bad at drawing humans.