[Mini Event] we're only human, after all

Not so long ago, the bard might have stood forth, reluctant but bowing to necessity to take on the mantle of leadership once more, at least temporarily. But that was before his confidence in himself had been sorely tested. It had left him weary, hurting, and second-guessing himself in spite of all his friends had done to shine lights into the renewed shadows of his heart. Now the disguised loreseeker, with his darkened skin and hair, age lines and drab clothing, eyepatch and battered hat simply sat quietly near Deimos and Kiada, and took paper and pencil in hand to make his mark. He folded the paper with a single neat crease and dropped it in the bowl, smiling wanly at Amalia as he returned to his seat.