Guydelot stood idly strumming the strings of his harp, plucking out a meandering melody.

“To be a bard means to let your heart guide you as much as your head. That's what I think, at least.”

He lifted his gaze, a wry smirk spread across his lips. “Come to listen, or do have an actual reason for standing around gawking like a lost opo-opo?”