"I'm sure she'd appreciate it," he adds. He could almost see her sitting on that chair, tuning the instrument as she prepares for another performance. Her skirts would be folded over as not to get in the way of her playing, and then she'd smile at Ramza and softly sing...

...The Barkeep rubbed his eyes at stared at the space above the chair again.

"It is just me, or is it gettin' a bit foggy in here?" Or was that smoke forming just about the lute? He hoped there weren't monsters nearby.