Lucio's accepted Aldred's handshake with a smile. Though he didn't like the idea of some rich guys paying them to do their dirty work. He was here because he wanted to protect people, not make money. He could make enough money playing songs in taverns and inns like this one. It was then that more people began to appear, and soon they had a full table. Lucio examined all the people at said table. They had a rather diverse looking group. Which meant this was going to be either very fun, or entirely business. Either way, Lucio was going to make sure everybody talked to each other at least a little bit. 

And there was always singing. Bards could make people open up in three different ways. By playing songs that have meaning to people, annoying the crap out of somebody, or buying everyone a round or two. The third one always worked the quickest, and got the strangest results. But that was a trade secret and something Lucio wouldn't dare reveal to anybody else. A kind, older bard had taught him that trick when he was first starting out. People though bards were just carefree, and sometimes stupid, musicians. But there were a lot of unspoken rules and trade secrets to pick up. Not everybody could make it as a bard.

Lucio's shoulder's straightened as Aldred spoke about turning back now. As much as he loved his peaceful existence, he just couldn't turn back now. Not when he knew people's lives were at stake. He just wasn't that type of person. Though at times he wished he was. It would make things so much easier. He didn't need any sort of reward for doing this. But the money would have been nice, if only for the fact that taking care of an instrument could get expensive. He didn't even dare put thoughts in his head such as if he survived. He was pretty certain that he would live through this. He wasn't the type to be taken down easily, despite his profession.

It seemed that they had pretty much all gathered judging from the size of the group, so Lucio decided to break the ice. "Well!" He said clapping his thawed hands together. "I think this calls for a song!" His tone was cheery and loud enough that everyone in the bar would hear it. He reached into his pack to retrieve his harp, but paused when the bartender spoke up. "Not tonight bard. I've had too many freeloaders lately."

Lucio's smile turned into a fake pout. "Tough crowd." He said, removing his hand from his pack. "Ah well, maybe after we've hit the road. We'll have plenty of time for music then." He was pretty sure he had just earned the hatred of most of, if not the entire, group. Music in taverns was great to relax to after a harsh day. But during that harsh day, it made most people want to murder bards.