"It would be more than 'alright'," the bard agreed cheerfully. "I play Tuesdays and Fridays right now, but I'll probably be adding in Sunday nights soon, too. Come by any of those days an hour after sunset and I should be setting up.
He tilted his head at Samuel's stammering, a brow raising through the expression on his face stayed kind. "Well... do you want to change it?" he asked gently. "If it changes, then it does, and if it doesn't... well, that's just the way it is. As you said, it might be something people like about you." He smiled before he turned to his tea, listening curiously to the people Sam named. He nodded fond agreement at Isla's smile, but raised a brow in confusion at Ronin's name, tilting his head to let the bookmaker know he was unfamiliar with the man.
At Remi's name his expression faded to neutrality, though he nodded agreement with that as well, at least until the end. "No," he mused, watching Sam over his teacup. "I don't think everyone does notice those things. You have an eye for people... an understanding... that is rare and, yes, quite special, Sam. Whether you believe it yet or not." Humming softly, he sipped his tea in comfortable contentment with both the venue and the company, taking a moment to be grateful that he was safe and warm and among friends for a moment.
The unexpected question had him blinking in surprise, then grinning ruefully as he reached for the pot to pour himself some more tea. "Isla didn't, when I first met her," he said thoughtfully. "That was something she chose after arriving. So I assume others have come through without. But... no, I'm afraid I didn't gain anything new." The answer was truthful, though his smile took on a regretful tinge. "I lost my magic, though... most of what I've seen here seems elemental in nature. My spells were more along the lines of sound and illusion, so perhaps that is why this world didn't recognize them."
He tilted his head at Samuel's stammering, a brow raising through the expression on his face stayed kind. "Well... do you want to change it?" he asked gently. "If it changes, then it does, and if it doesn't... well, that's just the way it is. As you said, it might be something people like about you." He smiled before he turned to his tea, listening curiously to the people Sam named. He nodded fond agreement at Isla's smile, but raised a brow in confusion at Ronin's name, tilting his head to let the bookmaker know he was unfamiliar with the man.
At Remi's name his expression faded to neutrality, though he nodded agreement with that as well, at least until the end. "No," he mused, watching Sam over his teacup. "I don't think everyone does notice those things. You have an eye for people... an understanding... that is rare and, yes, quite special, Sam. Whether you believe it yet or not." Humming softly, he sipped his tea in comfortable contentment with both the venue and the company, taking a moment to be grateful that he was safe and warm and among friends for a moment.
The unexpected question had him blinking in surprise, then grinning ruefully as he reached for the pot to pour himself some more tea. "Isla didn't, when I first met her," he said thoughtfully. "That was something she chose after arriving. So I assume others have come through without. But... no, I'm afraid I didn't gain anything new." The answer was truthful, though his smile took on a regretful tinge. "I lost my magic, though... most of what I've seen here seems elemental in nature. My spells were more along the lines of sound and illusion, so perhaps that is why this world didn't recognize them."
