A strum of a Lute - oh no. How did he get in here? Surely the wards... the dogs... the thanes?! But no, a red-coxcombed bard is perched atop the lodge, and his voice crows out in a pleasant tone, and he sings to the crowd,
"Oh oh child, what'd you think the cold winter's gonna last forever?
Oh oh child, now's the time for all the people to get together...
...Outside ...
'Cause it's the first of May, first of May
Outdoor lovin' starts today..."