He certainly wasn't going to forget this. Despite Ramza's awkwardness in regards to talking with women, he seemed to know how to kiss one. The Barkeep watched in amazement as the two stood together, hands resting on each others' faces, until the ghost pulled away. If ghosts could have color, her face would be tinged red, but instead it was becoming more transparent like the rest of her body.

The bard looked at her hands let out a sigh. "Looks like I have to go." Her shoulders slumped, but she couldn't bear to look at Ramza again. Her last memory of him had to be a good one, and if his face were to be one of despair as she disappeared, she would regret ever passing on from this world.

The Barkeep, not wanted to interrupt the scene, took great care not to let the floorboards squeak as he pushed himself off the floor. He liked the woman. She has a strong spirit that would do well on Mars, but Palitutu ruined it all. She deserved better.

Not that he could do anything as the bard slowly faded away into the light.