Collins smiled as Astarion picked up his lyre. He was all too happy to hear the lad play one of the familiar tunes. Not only that but he wanted to know how Astarion was doing with picking back up the art. He was grateful the man would play for him.

The Irishman was quiet as Astarion started the piece, content to listen and appreciate. But the song was familiar and the tune easy, and before too long he was humming along and then picked up the lyrics when the song entered a new stanza. He sang softly so as not to overpower the lyre but it was more fun than he'd had in a long while to sing along to beautiful music.