"Come on, folks, I want your coins!" Kitra thought, seeing the lack of attention she gained from the patrons. [u]She decided to gear up with the tempo and choose the more provoking lyrics. Some of the verses mentioned a tavern in a small town with stingy patrons. She also mentioned about the grumpy owner who was probably annoyed by the incompetence of his cook. Kitra's chorus sounded like a curse, a threat that the place would go bankrupt if people were not going to shower her with fortunes.[/u]