Lin was seated casually in the table closest to the pit. 
She did not plan to perform tonight, but as it was, muse struck. And when the muse strikes, who was she to deny it? No one, nothing.
She was wearing her leather armor, her long gray hair was braided in a soft, loose, practical braid. She had one leg leaned against the seat in front of her. On her lap laid a large Dulcimer, an instrument consisted of strings and a wooden hollow trunk. She held a fret in one hand, and the neck of the Dulcimer in the other, looking up at the halfling that had played before her.

A smile formed on her lips. She placed a hat on the table, because why not? she could earn some coins with this. 
Then, she began playing, interweaving her melodic tones between those of the halfling's, jamming her way into the crowd's ears. 
Soon, the halfling was quite taken with the sound and skill the Dulcimer's player, and came to a cease.
But it was too late. Lin was already too deep into her own playing. Her eyes were closed, and her entire body moved along with her playing.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PPPWyIXoiTI&pbjreload=10] Solo dulcimer, songless[/url]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDRJC8SW7MY]The music shifts to a more structured tone[/url]
She then broke into singing, adding her voice to the mesmerizing show:

Her voice was soft and gentle. 

"Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye
Loud the wind howls
Loud the waves roar
Thunderclaps rend the air
Baffled our foes
Stand by the shore
Follow they will not dare
Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye
Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore did wield
When the night came
Silently lain
Dead on Colloden field
Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over…"

Every now and then, a person would come, nod in gratitude and place a coin or two in the hat. She would return that nod, offfering a bittersweet smile.

At some point a gnome man tried to sit on a chair around that table, and she moved in a quick movement to block his way with her leg, -not- stopping her singing nor her playing.