"Part of the reason I didn't, exactly, mesh well with the Harpers." Or, well, he did for awhile. Things just became complicated when he knew there was going to be another mouth to feed and person to care for. Fighting so hard to protect those around him with nothing to show for it wasn't all he thought it would be.
"You get the food and drink, I'll inquire about performing." He agreed, leading the other man into the tavern. He looked around until he spotted the bar and made his way there. It seemed to be quiet (as far as music went) but that wasn't necessarily a bad sign. He might still be able to talk his way into performing.