"I would hardly be a worthwhile challenge," the bard laughed, glancing down at his slender frame wryly. "Even soaking wet!" He wasn't delicate or frail by any means, but his muscles were nothing to write home about and he didn't carry much extra weight on his bones. And since he had lost his dreams the lack of restful sleep had burned away what little he'd had to start with. He was growing gaunt beneath his clothes, but since there was no one to see it, there was no one to realize what was happening, either. And he wasn't quite ready to answer questions about the 'whys' and 'wherefores' of it, so that suited him just fine.
"Hmm, I wonder..." he murmured, looking around as the moon came out from behind the thinning clouds to gleam silver light upon the streets once more. "Perhaps we could try to lift some of the rubble across the street there?" he suggested, although a little dubiously. "Without a scale it would just be an estimate of their weights, but it might be interesting to see just how much more you can lift than I can?"
"Hmm, I wonder..." he murmured, looking around as the moon came out from behind the thinning clouds to gleam silver light upon the streets once more. "Perhaps we could try to lift some of the rubble across the street there?" he suggested, although a little dubiously. "Without a scale it would just be an estimate of their weights, but it might be interesting to see just how much more you can lift than I can?"
