Well, needless to say, the bards got to talking amongst themselves one fine night, and decided that certain onesof their customers had not been tipping well enough to suit.So they decided to form a rampaging gang of bards. They allwent and rumaged through their bags and found a sheng for each,then they walked through the great cities of the realms tofind a mark. They found one in Oceania, near a castle. Itturned out to be a lizard by the name of Kazadorn.Three of the bards began to play their shengs, causing thepoor lizard-man to fall into a deep intoxicated state. So deepin fact, that he didn't notice that two of his maces were swiped,and that he was not in very good shape until he started droppinghis things all about the room. Eventually he finally realizedsomething was happening when one of the bards punched him quitehard in a particular soft spot. The tale ends with that lizardchanting 'Aztak Pacificus.'This should bear warning to all who hear, that the bards arenot satisfied with what little compensation sent their way.Tip them well or you might incur the wrath of a gang of upsetbards as made possible by Article 5.1.32 of the Bard's UnionAgreement.