Upon returning to the inn and checking in, the receptionist at the counter hands Fhiess a package delivered specifically for him. Of course, it's a thin manual to study third level spells for aspiring bards.
His evening in his room is spent trying out spells before committing them to memory. He listens to the little kitten express its thoughts in common through one of the spells. After being told it likes scratching the blanket, Fhiess flips the pages to see what spells might be more useful. He places a finger on one spell description, a new way to create imagery.. that can speak.
In that moment, images of one of his mother and father's adventures from their younger years appear around him. It is at a campfire where they, the adventurous visitor with the wolf from so many years ago, and a couple of others are present. Although the elf with a wolf appears to be a ranger, he seems to be the one keen on playing a string instrument among the group. Even with the sharp, twangy sound the instrument plays, the player's skill still produces a gentle melody that allows the mind and their worries to drift away. Surely, this ranger is as much of a bard as even the most dedicated in their craft.
Once the song is finished, only Fhiess and one other in the party around the campfire remain awake: a seemingly nocturnal ranger Dwarf that is not quite ready to call it a night. The dwarf hehs, "Seems like we don't get to talk much, what with that song of yours. The lute player closes his eyes and smiles, "So it seems. I suppose I can't help myself, the song is like my way of speaking." Curious, the other ranger can't help but ask, "Your way of speaking? How is that?"
The musician has to take a few moments to think on a way to explain his answer. After awhile, he says, "The sound of music without words, is pure." His off hand starts to express to give emphasis, "A melody is honest, it cannot lie. It expresses feelings with an open heart always. Perhaps there are times when it expresses the right feeling at the wrong moment, but I like to think that the reason music is so inspiring or moving is because there is a hidden truth most are drawn to finding."
"To put simply, I like to play music to show how I feel."
The images of the party and the campfire fade from view, and the inn room returns to normal.
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The next morning has Fhiess rubbing his eyes at the breakfast table, having gotten fewer hours of sleep than he would have liked. Whenever others are present, he asks a question that has been weighing on his mind ever since he returned to the inn after visiting the Chamber of Narn, "Does anyone know if Peaseblossom ever made it back?"