( ebony brows quickly arose as his eyes leveled with hers. rhaizenโs humming comes to a pause, lips curling into a faint smile in acknowledgement to her bow. )
evening. thou art a talented bard. how long hast thou practiced for?
[ bicolored eyes flutter open as their song comes to an ends last note ringing out. a slight, barely there smile graces their lips as they take note of rhaizen's listening, and they give a small bow. ]
good evening, sire.
( his eyes convey a sense of intrigue as he listens further to the bardโs song. rhaizen silently sits across from them, palms resting on his knees as he hums along to her tune. )
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[ alone by their tent, the bard plays a solemn tune. soft notes come from a slightly out of tune violin, sent out into the night air. eyes shut, they do not hear rhaizen approach. ]