[ Eddie is parched enough to not work about what’s in Himeka’s drinking horn. He merely reaches for it when it’s offered, downs a good gulp, and makes a puzzled face when he realizes it isn’t watch. Maybe he should have asked, but it’s too late now, and he thinks he trusts his fellow Solvunn enough not to poison him.

When she labels him as a bard, however, he lights up. It was always been a struggle back home to be seen as anything other than the devil incarnate when all he ever really aimed to be was a bard. ]

Are you kidding me? Literally all my life.

[ He grins, sweeping into another flamboyant bow as he hands her back her drinking horn. ]

I mean, to be fair, most of them weren’t my songs, but…may as well get the word out, right?

[ Iron Maiden and Metallica technically probably don’t need his help, but not everyone is lucky enough to have them in their home worlds. They would be thanking him if they knew just how far he’s extended their reach. ]