The Bardic Rite

Leopold was worried. He sat down on his bed and scratched his head. The Rite was this very day and he had done nothing.

Right, may as well get to it, he thought, before Tomas wins without me doing anything. Now, what did I have to do...?

Leopold had to find himself some original music, and an instrument to play it on. And he had to be ready for when the Bardic Bell was rung.

Oh dear, oh dear. And he hadn't been to see the Judges yet...