Fel heads to the tavern; it's a dusty old large, wooden place with several tables, a bar, and a sign hanging above it that reads "The Drunken Dragon", with a faded picture of a tispy red dragon with a mug of ale in its hand next to it. Fel walks up to the waitress and starts singing and strumming on his mandolin. "~hello my wench hello my wench where did you get that lovely dress~~?" The waitress runs away, screaming in terror. A few minutes later, she comes back to smack you in the face. Hard. Then she walks away again. I rolled a 7, and your Charisma modifier is -2. Ouch.
