Act One - All Quiet?

It's nighttime again in Port Brokentower, and the bustling population fills the inns, taverns, and bars. Out in the street it's brutally cold. The winter has been harsh. But inside Ragnar's, it's somehow quite warm.

It's absolutely packed full of people tonight. There are a good few regulars you recognize, but you haven't had time for the usual banter. Normally you'd be running around taking orders and giving out drinks, food, and the like, but for right now you've got a chance to relax. The lanterns have been turned down for the band to play a special number.

The band is all human. It's rare to find good musicians these days, and you know Ragnar pays them well. They're very good, for mere men. The number they play tonight is new, at least you've never heard it. It starts off with a positively haunting fiddle melody, then joined by the flutist, then the lutist, then the drummer. It's slow and sad, and it reminds you in places of elven dirges. It feels fitting for winter. The crowd is positively enraptured, you see a burly young dwarf shedding a tear in one corner, and by the ending crescendo much of the taproom is on their feet.

Where did Yeona watch that from? What was she doing/thinking?

You're jolted from your thoughts as one of your fellow waiters, Ernesto, seems to have crept up on you. He says to you,
"Too much dreaming, Yeona. I would not expect an elf like you to be so sentimental about music(He says that word funny. And a lot of words, being a Donistairian). Aren't you people all about practicality and magic and that sort of nonsense?"

He says,
"Oh, they're from all over. And speaking of over, so is your break."

As he says that he points over to the bar where you can see Pallis, the half-elf bartender, has a tray of drinks for one of your tables.

Ernesto then says in a lower tone, "Be careful, by the way, I hear we're supposed to have some bad weather tonight," before shuffling off with a tray of his own into the usual din of the taproom

What happens next?