A bard. It makes sense, in truth. Many things suddenly make sense. His upset around hearing music, his withdrawal from busier parties where it is played, his own ability with the harp and with words regardless. It all makes sense but in a way it saddens Lancelot too, the way Faolan has rejected this part of himself.

"You took to avoiding music," he prompts on, "to avoid the memories? It is not for lack of skill, I am sure. You still play beautifully."

Yet Faolan has always been a little withdrawn. Perhaps the time for drawing attention to himself has simply passed.