You enter the bar a sort of hush falls over the crowd. You stand there a moment and let your eyes adjust to the darker lighting. As you wait, you survey the clientele and notice several unsavory characters around. That's when a barmaid approaches you and asks you to check your weapons. You think to yourself its a good thing, because you would hate to get into a sword fight with any of the characters in this room.
You walk over to the bar and order an ale. The bartender gives you one of those looks that says he wonders if you can pay for your fare. You toss a couple of coppers on the bar, and he presents you with a half ass smile and pours your ale.
You take a seat at an empty table and watch the singer, who is just warming up with her lute. You notice something odd about her, but cant quite put your finger on it.
And you listen to the haunting music, and sip on your ale.....

Unknown to any of the patrons, the arms they have been asked to check have been confinscated and taken to the armory. Seems the bartender is into arms trading as well, and was running a bit low on denars this month. Wonder how he will explain the loss to his clientele?