There’s nothing quite like a bard in a tavern, strumming his medieval proto-guitar of choice (here a mandolin, there a lute, sometimes a harp) and humming dulcet tones.
Then there’s this bard. He’s a little more 21st century than those other minstrels and troubadours. As he says: “You see, I bear some rare amazing information / and you look like someone who’s used to strange situations.” Because he’s the rapping bard. And his Skyrim-wide rhymes are funnier than they have any business being.