Ramza paused on the way to the door. The wind came from the wrong direction to be streaming in through the open doorway. An odd draft, to say the least.

He slipped his pack from his back and drew out the gift that had filled up most of the space inside. It was a lute, small, but sturdily crafted, and new. He placed it on the remnants of an old chair.

"This...seems a good a place to leave this as any. It'll be sheltered here. She would not want it exposed to the elements, I think."