A Bard's Trials, Day 3

What's the worst that could happen?

Our - not very heroic at all - protagonist - has made it to Solitude, by dint of thievery, backstabbing, and outright murder.  Like any real bard.  Since he didn't want to spend money to sleep for two hours, he instead had a few drinks.

With severe palpitations (and a wicked hangover), Leiros opens the door and enters the College.  He is immediately greeted by the Head of the College, an Altmer named Viarmo.  Without making any horrible comments about cannibalism, Viarmo happily welcomes him to the Bards' College, and gives him the application exam.  Which is less of an exam, really, and more of a ....

That sounds like... a quest.

Dead Mans' Respite?  Graverobbing?  Can't Leiros just... sing?  Write a Britney Spears song?  You know, do bard stuff!  He's not cut out for this 'adventuring' thing.
With a heavy sigh, Leiros realizes that if he really wants to be a Bard, he's going to have to find a way to deal with this crazy entrance exam.
Having seen the local prices, he knows that he can't afford to buy anything.  However, he does have some leftover leather and some leather strips that he found lying around here and there (the most recent being, on the table near the executioner after they all left.  Leiros has given up on morality).  Now, if he could just find a smith to put these things together for him, at least maybe he'd stand a chance.  A small one.  Or, Leiros realizes, maybe he could hire a mercenary.  Or seduce one.  Or something.  Something that won't eat into his precious store of gold.
*tbc*