[HANA (Nobles) - 10:00AM]
"Thank you, thank you." Oradalian accents were far easier to mimic when one spoke, rather than sang. A bow would be offered, head tilted to assure the rather grandiose hat did not fall from his head as a hand twirled in circles from the wrist. He would wait a moment before returning to a straight backed, and proper postured stance.
"And a good day to you, sir." A smile was offered as the bard shifted, beginning to pick at his lyre. Idly once more. It seemed to be a debate of if he'd have time for another song or not more than anything else pressing upon his day.