Tall Tales - The Jester-Bard

It was now late, very late for the bard. By his usual standards, he would have probably already passed out at the tavern. Orso would then throw him out, and if the jester-bard was lucky he would land in a water puddle and come to just long enough for him to crash at the side of some building or another. This is a harsh world to live in.

As the bard walked out of the room, the village folk noticed that something was different now. The stranger had left his dominating presence there and it had rubbed off onto the bard. People flinched when he walked past them and taken aback if he did as much as look at them in the eye.

Hushed whispering followed him and despite the apparent menace, the folk only dashed from the door back to their table and to their mugs.

The bard was now walking as if he was walking through the tavern for the very first time of his life. He was studying the surroundings, trying to conjure memories from them.

Just as he was almost out of the door, he looked at a visiting merchant. As expected, the merchant flinched away from his glance. The bard snatched his mug and downed it in a single swing. The entire tavern watched in surprise as the jester-bard slammed down the mug and roared a harsh "Ha ha!"

A few patronising laughs joined the bard's own laughter and soon the entire tavern was laughing. Relief flooded through the entire tavern as the music and loud voices resumed.

"Your next one is on me!" the smith said as he handed the bard coin.
"Many thanks." The bard replied as he took the donation.

The bard took in more donations as people came up to the bard, clapping him on his back and asking for songs in an excessively loud voice.

The bard obliged singing a few requests between the times when he asked Orso for more drink. The requests were titled "The start of the old wars" and "The tale of the boy-king", among others, in a drunken twist.

"The tale of the boy-king" went like this:
At the end of Ceaser's campaign
may he now rest
as his broken body was lain
his son was put to the test

His very first task
was to convince his people
that he was to bask
in the memory of father and people

Except that the song was twisted and shaped by the words of a drunken jester-bard.
But was he a drunken jester-bard, or was he simply taking a piss at everyone? Everyone seemed to be too intoxicated both by drink and atmosphere to realize that the bard was not using all the money given him in order to buy drinks.