Most of the work of setting a cafe up is already done, but not all of it. Ambience matters, too, which is why Raimon is checking if the Church of Shelyn has anyone who knows the right tunes before le Café Isarn opens.

"Can I help you with something? There's another channel in a few hours, but if something needs healing you don't have to wait."

"Raimon Queralt, Songbird. I'm opening up a Galtan-style café, now that that's legal, and looking to hire a musician who knows appropriate music, if the Temple of Shelyn knows where one could be found."

Oh noooo she thought she'd managed to escape that but how could she have, if she's there every day doing channels and participating in the singing and such. Of course everyone thinks she's a cleric. 

"...I'm not actually one of her chosen, I just have healing. What kind of music are you looking for? I know a bunch of Andorani ones, but if it's a Galtan cafe that's probably not right and I only know the really popular ones from there, like the one for the Army of the Sellen. I could try asking around but we haven't gotten a lot of Galtan immigrants."

"Sorry about that," he says, filing this useful fact away. "Something that'll work in the background, for when there's too many people talking, and then some good rousing patriotic Galtan music - Army of the Sellen, It'll Be Fine, Mister No...?"

"I'll go ask."

She knows pretty much everyone at the temple by now, skips everyone who doesn't do singing or that she knows isn't looking for another job. She returns a few minutes later.

"Didac's out at the moment so I couldn't ask him, but otherwise I don't think anyone knows more of them than I do and I don't know Mr. No. If you've got sheets for the songs you want I could try to pick them up, but I don't want to overpromise."

"I'll see if I can rustle anything up." He sings very badly. "If not - can I have a few moments of something you know?"

Sure. She can sing Juanito Tonto in a fairly good rendition of an Andorani dialect, with a smoothness that speaks to both natural talent and lots of time training breath control. It's not a particularly complicated vocal arrangement, but mistakes would be obvious and she isn't making any. It definitely captures the desired level of jauntiness.

"You're good." He'd heard it but it's true. "How's the job sound to you?"

"I'm here for the convention, so I don't want to promise it'll never run late, but I think I'd enjoy it."

He grins. "Glad to hear it. How much?"

Hmm. She doesn't really need money, the work sounds fun, and she might have to unexpectedly cancel on him.

"Two silvers a night, three if it doesn't come with food."

"We'll feed you. Two silvers a night." This is quite a high sum, but if it brings custom - 

Handshake!

She'll shake his hand back.

"Where's your cafe at? I can start today if you need, but if you'd prefer to wait on my knowing all the songs you'd like I still need to know where to find you for it."