The mist finally congealed to reveal a pale, ghostly vision of the bard from twenty-eight years ago. She sang in a clear, if echoing, voice that left an eerie presence in the room. She didn't appear to notice Ramza until he took a step closer, where she opened her eyes and glanced at him for a split second.

The Barkeep stayed back and shook his head. "Must be incredible luck on our side."