"None'a'ye folk have a lick o' sense fer what real music sounds like! It sets th'mood, ye idjiats!"

Fine then. He'd just take his extraordinary musical prowess elsewhere. At least that's what he thought until he laid eyes upon the the group surrounded by patrons, bragging about their latest adventures. Stories! That was just what he loved to hear.

Slinging his Jar around his stout form, he grabbed the hand of his companion and proceeded to attempt to pull her over to the group.