[ He slows his pace to match hers, lifting the end of his cane so that she guides him completely instead. Or she appears to - he's fairly sure of their direction, and wary of listening Rabadoceans again. Best be careful and play to his cover as they pass through camp, heading towards the place the events will be viewed, and where they will part. ]

You'd be surprised. Unfortunately bureaucracy has worked it's way even into music, or at least in the places that've gone and turned it into an industry. Still a friendlier business than warfare, naturally...

[ And one that near ceases to exist in the heat of war. Suddenly nothing becomes more important, and even young musicians with signs of magical talent are sent to defend those at the borders of the Wylds, or to the highest paying king's guard. If he hadn't run from the Bard's Guild to wander and fight on his own he likely would have served at some point. And if he weren't a bard, he'd have no way of serving the Nest besides moral uplifting support. Music is fun, but the magic that comes with his music is meant to be useful. Useful and sometimes weaponized.

There's no need for that here and now though, just as there's no immediately identifiable battle. Still, he's quick to find value in her once again- ]

That explains the ruthlessness. Your professional expertise must be quite valuable here.

[ Because what is this mission if not a silent battle in larger war? ]