"You had bards in your world," he asks with some interest: the varied reactions to his prior occupation are starting to stack up. Song requests, scoffing references, a dismissal that isn't quite the same as the acolytes of Iris or the mages of the college.

No one quite acts like it's unimportant, as they had--almost like it isn't even real.

This one though, seems genuinely interested. "I don't know that there's a favorite, really. A favorite story, that is. Stories can be so many things--the same one might have many different versions, based on who you're telling it to. My favorite audience is one who knows that, perhaps. One that doesn't need me to appeal to their agenda, and that's hard to find."