[center][h1][color=00aeef]Marthysan [img]https://i.imgur.com/qBbayHh.png[/img] the Righteous[/color][/h1][/center][hr]
The bar fell to silence as the song played. Marthysan had watched this group ever since they had entered, chuckling to himself as one of their members interviewed the oni, and watching as the rest of the party interviewed others in the noodle house. He had heard his own name mentioned once or twice in the archer's interview with the group of monks. That would make introductions easier.

The promised song was beautiful, almost as appreciated by the bar as the free meal. Chung Po approached Ming at the end of the song and bowed. "I was expecting a bawdy tavern tune. Your music is a greater gift than I could have imagined. I thank you," he said quietly over the silence that hung on the air like a blanket.

That is, at least, until a stack of pans clattered to the floor in the kitchen, followed by loud cursing from Yon-Loi. Soon the conversations resumed, the music apparently forgotten by some. Marthysan approached the now-gathered group as the attention was drawn away from them. "You fought valiantly, Ming Shufen of the dhampir. I applaud your efforts and perseverance, even when you realized that the challenge was little more than an unfair flexing of muscles. Your song, I hope, humbled him."

Marthysan turned to the rest of the group and introduced himself. "I am Marthysan, a paladin of Iomedae, victor in the previous Ruby Phoenix Tournament. I have heard rumors of items that I would wish to discuss with you in private. Would this be acceptable? The suite they have offered me is far too large for just one man, and I would be willing to share my lodgings with you as well, in exchange for a promise: that you perform at your highest level and win this tournament. I believe you have the best shot of any in this house, and I aim to provide you with the advice you may need to do so."