Luka beams when Gyre readily accepts the offer. It was strange, feeling so pleased at the idea of just one particular person agreeing to hear his work while knowing there were thousands of others who would eagerly jump at the chance. But Gyre was very different - far removed from Luka Eutychia's typical audience - and winning his approval meant a lot.

"Yeah, I'll sing for you. But I want to hear you play, too. The fiddle, right?" Learning that any of the knights had even the slightest musical skill was not something Luka would easily forget. "We should do that when everything's settled. Ah, I'm already looking forward to it."

The thought is so exciting to Luka that he unintentionally quickens his pace as they walk. He slows again when Gyre mentions exploring the new world, taking a moment to consider the possibilities of it all.

"What if the world we end up on is nothing like this? It's difficult to imagine, but it's possible we'll be somewhere entirely different. I hope there's at least a nice ocean where we go. I'll... miss the Faridian beaches."