Well, needless to say, the bards got to talking amongst 
themselves one fine night, and decided that certain ones
of their customers had not been tipping well enough to suit.
So they decided to form a rampaging gang of bards. They all
went and rumaged through their bags and found a sheng for each,
then they walked through the great cities of the realms to
find a mark. They found one in Oceania, near a castle. It
turned out to be a lizard by the name of Kazadorn.

Three of the bards began to play their shengs, causing the
poor lizard-man to fall into a deep intoxicated state. So deep
in 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 dropping
his things all about the room. Eventually he finally realized
something was happening when one of the bards punched him quite
hard in a particular soft spot. The tale ends with that lizard
chanting 'Aztak Pacificus.'

This should bear warning to all who hear, that the bards are
not satisfied with what little compensation sent their way.
Tip them well or you might incur the wrath of a gang of upset
bards as made possible by Article 5.1.32 of the Bard's Union
Agreement.