Some distance from the tavern and on the sidewalk, a
giant scorpion in shiny black armor (about the size of a fully-grown German Shepherd) plays a fiddle in his two claws. His sting is poised high above his head, and from the sting dangles a sign: "Alms for the poor." Near him is a dirty bronze dish with a few coins in it. Most of the passersby take no notice but occasionally one or two will drop a couple of coins into the dish, whereupon the scorpion will reply in a soft, squeaky voice, "Thank you."
ooc: Just playing an unusual character who's an 'incidental figure' in the story. Any problem, Azrael?
