His finger tips brushed the shot glass, but he was to late indeed. The drop of pixie blood hit the floor and exploded, creating a mushroom cloud of rainbow smoke and leaving behind a hole in its wake. He stared, dumbfounded by the little explosion and thanked his lucky stars that he hadn't put that stuff in his stomach. 

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The lute player snapped out of his trance, when a small rock like creature presented him with a gemstone. He immediately looked up and processed the strange creature's request. "ABSOLUTELY!" He exclaimed suddenly, "Anything for stones this precious!" He swung his lute around on it's leather strap, much like a rocker at concert, and began playing one of his favorites. The rhythm was fast paced, and he would beat on the face of the lute to create a percussion background. 

It didn't take long for him to get into the music. His eyes closed and he began singing beautifully intricate lyrics with cryptic meanings. The lyrics would go to and fro between wold powers struggling over something called oil and epic stories filled with giants and gods. It was as if the minstrel wasn't even conscious of his words, but more-so focused on keeping up with his own fast paced music.