"A who, Ludwig Van Beethoven. He was a composer, one of the best, he mostly composed piano." Blank gestured to the pinnovative behind him after their hand shake. "A pleasure to meet you, Artorias."
The mage's eyes shifted from the wolf then back to the warrior. He felt no hostility coming from either, but he knew how fiercely loyal Wolves could be.
"Uh, like I said, grieving may not be the right word. My wife, Scarlet just delivered our child. It took everything she had and more. She's gone right now, I can feel her, but it is like she is everywhere and nowhere. I know she'll be back, I just don't know when." Blank explained solemnly, a light frown gracing his lips. "But, I'm lucky enough to be homed here with others who can help take care of our son." Blank sighed softly. "So, would you like to hear another piece?"