- Woe is I, alas Cyrus hath I failed thee

- Harken, to`what didst mine ears lead me? Trouble mayhap?

- The masamune is lost to me now twice, nay, thrice times! Shattered by that yeti and now its copy in the hands of a knave

- Fear not, citizen; for shalt I remedy thy situation forthwith! *dashes off*

- Who was that masked man?

- He goes by many names, 'The Masked Minstrel', 'Hero of Harmony', 'The Vigilante Dressed in Bright Colors', he is the defender of truth, justice and the musical way, weilder of the death lute Requiem. Most call him... Bardman!

*Flashback!*

It was just another ordinary day, for another ordinary bard. Ordinary, save that DESTINY came to knock upon his door. Or rather, came to strum upon his harp strings! He was working on a new jingle to advertise jeans, relying heavily upon the rhyming of "pink elephant snork' with 'wear them and eat pork' when fate crossed his path. There lay a discarded guitar pick on the floor, he picked it up and absently struck his instrument. By chance or by divine intervention it played the True Note, all music rolled into a single sound, it reverberated inside his mind hereafter, and filled him with a purpose! The purpose to see ne'erdowells put to justice. The justice of MUSIC!

*Meanwhile, in the present*

- Halt fiend!

- Uhh?

- Thou hast terrorized the fare people of this land for too long!

- Rarr! *throws a rock at Bardman*

- *leaps out of the way* So quickly do you resort to fisticuffs, so be it then!

- *takes a swing at Bardman*

- *flips up into the air, out of harm's way*

- Grr... spoony bard...!?

- *lands on a catwalk* Spoony am I? Well then: LET'S GET SPOONY!

- Huh?

- *jumps over Umaro and throws several metal #-shaped darts* Taste the point of my sharps, tyrant!

- Yeow!

- *touches down gracefully* Had enough yet? I shall be merciful if thou dost wish to surrender

- RARR! *charges Bardman*

- *pirouettes out of the way*

- *slams into a wall* Unf...

- *poses*

- *drops, unconscious*

- I shall let thee savor the bitter taste of defeat, for now, and return to their rightful owners that which thou hast pilfered

- ...

*Back with Glenn*

- Fear not, good sir, for thou hast been avenged!

- ! The hero medal, and the shattered masamune! How can I repay thee?

- *bows* Fear not, the quota of justice hath been met this night, thus payment is made in full

- Thank you, Bardman! Thank you!

- *dashes into the night*