"Well I was just a lad,<br/>And she was just a lass,<br/>And between us two we barely had any,<br/>Class,<br/>And our worries were many,<br/>For--"<br/><br/>As they had been standing around and waiting to get in, the bard had grown somewhat... well, antsy. He liked to be moving, to be doing, not waiting around. And that's why he had begun to sing a little upbeat ditty,  one that had the sound of being capable of turning into a story of love, or loss; or perhaps both.  But he ends his brief bout of  beautiful barding when the guards make their announcement.<br/><br/>And he fails to pick it back up, because now there was chatter, and  it paid to pay attention to it.  That also, alas, meant that he was momentarily not admiring the beauty he found himself surrounded by. Even the Paladin had her own beauty, he was sure; it just needed to be set free of that constricting armor, and the grime of travel and battle.  "I imagine alchemists are even more common now than usual. Makes sense that some of them will go the route of nebulous concoctions in the hopes of fame and fortune. Personally, I think we should go the route of studying for artifacts. Those tend to be more reliable...and even if we can't find one, there'll be a good few stories in there for the telling." Even when he chatted normally, he had a sort of lyrical quality to his voice.  It seemed to have a sort of rhythm to it that most people did not have. Some might find that interesting, though others might be annoyed.