He'd heard similar tunes, played at too many funerals of which fewer still knew of his attendance. He did notice the waver in her voice, but whatever ailment was attached to the word was her private woe. He would not intrude.

That wasn't to say he wouldn't offer what companionship he could to the young woman. He knew solitude was its own sort of torture and he would not wish that on anyone, not even one with whom he was at odds.

"Then he is a talented bard, but no. I have not heard enough music to call myself an expert." He smiled lightly at the joke made at his own expense. "But I do believe I know what I find beautiful, and it is." He inclined his head slightly in greeting. "I am Drizzt Do'Urden."