Had she survived the tragedy of Aqures Tosf, the bard would have made a name for herself, he thought. She would have played in venues finer than this condemned boarding house and for audiences more refined than her present company.

There was no way to right the injustice of a life cut short. They could only try to comfort her spirit, and then move on.

Ramza stood, and bowed. He fought to keep his voice steady as he spoke. "A fine performance, my lady. Well worth the wait. I thank you for allowing us to listen."