The Bard

Sharious slowly opened his sleep filled eyes, he had been up late performing, flirting and doing card tricks and in return he had gotten a free room and breakfast at The King’s Crown Inn.
But as he looked out of the small window by his bed, Sharious realised breakfast may have to become lunch. The sun was high in the deep blue sky, merchants were busy trying to sell all sorts of things in the streets below, the town market had spilled out of the town square and was lining the streets with market stalls, flower girls and performers of all kinds. It was soon going to be the summer  festival, so farmers and families had come from farms and villages across the whole of Darthendora.
Sharious stood up and stretched, then he approached his wash basin and looked into the small mirror hanging on the wall above it, he looked tired but handsome like always. He washed his face, turning his cheeks rosy pink and then he combed his silky wavy black hair.
Today he was bound to earn a lot performing so he put on his performers clothes; Purple, blue and orange patched trousers, a black, green and red shirt with silver lining, knee-length leather boots and a long blood red cloak. This was how the bard had earned the name Sharious The Colourful.
He opened his bedroom door and went downstairs, humming a soft tune.
The innkeeper grinned at him, business was always good when Sharious was about,  he performed for so long, for as little as a room and a meal.
A pretty waitress brought Sharious’ food, he winked at her and ate up, he was hungry.
Afterwards he thanked the innkeeper and left.
As he stepped out of the door he breathed in the fresh air and grinned, he loved the sunny outdoors.
Sharious walked through the streets only stopping to meet, greet and look for a good place to perform.
“Ah! Sharious The Colourful!” Called out a voice “Over here!”
Sharious turned and grinned as he saw the over bard, not because he liked the man, he just was happy to have the fun of competition….not that he thought besting the other bard would be hard.
“Manarcio!” Sharious said “Manarcio the 'Magnificent'" He smiled as he said the last word, oh how he loved being sarcastic “How is life?”
“Fine…Earning good money here, so I’ll ask you to move along and perform somewhere else…”
“Of course!” Sharious said with a mocking bow and away he went, waving a quick goodbye.
The great performer finally found a spot, he got out his lute and his other performing gear and then he greeted the already gathering crowd “Greetings! I am Sharious The Colourful, singer of songs, dancer of dances and here to entertain you on this fine morning!”
Then he starts playing his lute and singing along with amazing grace and perfection, filling the street with joy, wonder and music.