Stephanie narrowed her eyes at the Dullahan, still cautious.

"I don't know. First you say you're harmless, then you admit that you were gonna scare us and take all our food. Well, you enjoy a good beer at least. You're probably alright," said Stephanie, pouring herself some more, "but a kingdom of monsters, huh? Wonder what that's like."

Or more accurately, she wondered what exclusive goods she could obtain. Monsters seemed an insulated bunch. If she could somehow obtain exclusive trade rights with them, and if they had some good unique items, she could make a gold mine. It was something to consider.

Stephanie grabbed her lute from the back, which she hadn't used in a while, and began tuning it after Sergei made his request.

"Alright, old man. You're about to see what else my impressive throat can accomplish," said Stephanie, playing a few melancholy notes before launching into a performance.

"Let me tell you the story
Of a man named Charlie
On a tragic and fateful day
With ten copper in his pocket
He kissed his wife and family
And rode out to war that way

But did he ever return,
No, he never returned
And his fate is still unlearned
He may ride forever
On the roads to Nightvell
He's the man who never returned"

This went on for a few verses as presumably the crowd got more and more drunk. While Stephanie had a good pair of pipes and was technically a pretty good singer, she was still an untrained amateur. Enough to impress a drunken crowd, perhaps, but no professional venue. Oddly enough, the huge amount of alcohol in her system didn't seem to affect her performance. Despite her small stature, she could really hold her drink.

Sadly, before she could hear her well-deserved applause, the princess came outside with some guy he had never seen before. She waved at the woman.

"Hey, forget that stuff for tonight! It's your birthday, so I'm gonna get you drunk," Stephanie shouted, stumbling over to the princess with a mug full of beer, "chug it!"