The new guy walks back in, no one noticing that he had slipped out the back. He sits a five gallon carboy of his home brewed "Barbarian Magic" apple cyser mead on the bar.

"For anyone so inclined." He tells the beertender.
"And another round or two for the house on me, just to keep the music well lubricated and primed."
He returned to his out of the way table and quietly played on his ocarinas...