“My goodness that is quite the resume.” Abia giggled before nodding, “I hope the gentleman from before is almost finished playing. And I’m sure your lute is fine. I’m cant say anything about the guitarist or his friend, but the villagers here in town are good people. Eliza sure wouldn’t have interest in your lute. The only thing she tries to steal are men’s hearts.” She laughed a bit more, standing up from where they sat. “I guess I’ll give this singing thing one more go, as long as you promise to stick up there with me through the whole song.”