To bring laughter to the city, the famous bard Giacomo offers all citizens of Duirt the opportunity to tell their best jokes to the crowd, in exchange for a small reward! Come one, come all, and share the mirth!

"So this minotaur walks into a bar. The bartender looks at him and goes:

'We don't serve your kind in here!'

Says the minotaur

'Glad to hear it. I just came for the mutton.'"

"What do you call an Ivory Tower student who lost his magical powers?

Ex-spelled!"

Being immensely entertained by the great bard he finally had to throw in one of his own jokes in his sing song voice to try and get him and others to laugh.

A game of truth-telling is being played at court by a Queen and her retinue. A knight is asked by the Queen if he has fathered any children; he is forced to admit that he has not.

The Queen nods in assent, saying “you do not have the look of a man who could please his mistress when you hold her naked in your arms. For your beard is little more than the kind of fuzz that ladies have in certain places, and it is easy to tell from the state of the hay whether the pitchfork is any good.”

On his turn, the knight asks “Lady, answer me without deceit. Is there hair between your legs?” When she replies, “none at all”, he comments, “Indeed I do believe you, for grass does not grow on a well-beaten path.”

*The audience laughed heartily as did Giacomo* Ah, that was a good one!

Anyone else? Don't be shy!

Was resting quietly in the tavern and enjoying the light atmosphere spoke up from his table, standing so he could be seen as well as heard.

Have any of you ever wondered why the elven folk seem so calm and level-headed?

It's because we've got some really good elf-help books.

And then he suddenly just dropped into his seat in case some veggies were thrown his way.

not to be outdone by any elf Bran then stands and with a tankard of ale in hand speaks up loud enough for all to hear.

How many elves does it require to take out the garbage?

1 to carry the bucket and 4 to sing the song of loss!

He grinned cheekily at all the elves present as he sat back down laughing and took a drink.

Baele stood up from the Kraken table with a slanted grin and a bottle of ale in one hand. Speaking up for all to hear.

What hangs at a man’s thigh and wants to poke the hole that it’s often poked before?

He like others all laugh at the guesses and callouts.

A KEY! You darkminded drinkers out there.

Then laughing he takes his seat and drinks some more.

Feneni grinned mischievously*.

"Right, 'ere's a cracker for ya," she began, her voice filled with a playful tone. "Why did the necromancer take up gardening? Because he wanted to raise some sprouts from the dead!"

She chuckled at her own jest, hoping to bring a bit of levity to the group.

Vanessa, sitting with Baele, just groans.

"I would have thought the necromancer would have been too busy raising a family" she counters. "But here's one".

"What's the difference between a fish and a harp?"

"You can't tuna fish".

I would have thought that gardening Necromancer would have been wanting to harvest some souls at least. he grins between Feneni and Vanessa amid all the groans.

Feneni grinned mischievously, undeterred by the lukewarm response to her previous joke. "Oh, ye lot didn't fancy that one, eh? Well, I ain't one to give up so easily. 'Ere's another just for ya. What do ye call a dock where them dwarven ships tie up? A dwharf!" She burst into laughter

You guys are absolutely hilarious!

Last night, I met an adventuring group in one of the taverns, sitting there drinking, armed to the teeth! So I asked them, what's with all the weapons?

Turns out, they were searching for Mimics. We all had a good laugh, them, myself, the table.