Good thing Ramza didn't voice his hunger out loud, because that would have broken the Barkeep's attempts to keep a steady face throughout the song. It was beautiful, and he didn't mind a bit of dirty humor, but Ramza's innocence could ruin the moment.

He'll explain the metaphor later on the ship.

The Bard, while not focused on her playing, looked at the two men. The older one could be a bit stern, but she made for a good audience. Ramza, however, was the main focus. He looked slightly confused, but she ignored that. He was listening. The man who walked her home on the last day of her life.

When she finished, she set the lute sideways on her lap and gazed at the floor. "How did you like it?"

The Barkeep nodded. "Mighty good. You've been practicin' I can tell."