It takes a lot for him, of all gnomes, to look up from his drink for any performance but his own; it wasn't really narcissism or anything like that; more so, it was the fact that he's used to it; he does it all, the singing, dancing, and performing, all with the magic; he's done it all, and hell, is he good at it; thus, he's not so easily impressed, but honestly, bards are never easy to impress.

Besides, he was already in a mood of his own, feeling like a complete and utter failure of a father for not being there for her after all these years. Yeah, it wasn't his fault; he didn't even know she existed, but she was still his, his daughter, and he felt like he failed her, big time. He could still see her pissed-off face from earlier as she left the tavern, he thought, as his finger rubbed the top of his glass. Oh, how big she's grown.

However, the unthinkable happened; not only did his ear perk up to your performance, he actually fully turned around to look at it, to experience it; he had heard a voice like that in forever, a voice that powerful. "Drinking for stage confidence isn't a good idea; trust me, I know." Scanlan said as you unknowingly took a seat next to him moments later, just to gulp down his own drink seconds later in a nonchalant but charismatic manner.