Bard: is it indiscreet to ask why you’re here?
the figure whispers to itself
“Uhm…”
Bard: prehaps i should notify the guards, so they can help you remember?
The only light in the room comes from the fireplace, and a few lit candles.
more whispering
“Perhaps that may be a good idea”
The bard smiles
Bard: you’re one special stranger, aren’t you…
whispering
“If you say so”
Bard: can i know why you are whispering, or is it another thing you forgot?
whispering
“It’s a secret”
the bard smiles, and approaches the hooded person
Bard: could i at least see your face?
whispering
“I would advise against it for your own sake”
the bard stops dead in his tracks
Bard: …alright. let’s say you are just particularely shy.
The bard think: is this person diseased? maybe i should notify someone about it…
whispering
“Yes, let’s just call it that”
The bard feels uneasy
Bard: maybe i can sing you a song? you know… to make the night pass faster?
whispering
“We should like that very much”
Bard: w-we…? are you a noble?
he grabs his lute
“That’s a secret”