Beautifulest Fingers

"Leave the pleasantries, Bard. Don't force your tongue with words you do not even mean. Talk as you usually do." Said the woman in a cold voice.

"Ah! So, pain in the ass type," Luke thought, but didn't dare to say it out.

"What can I do I still love my life after all nobody knows what happens in the darkness of the night." Said Luke.

The woman paused for a second hearing him and then said "You want to participate in the competition outside. Do you think you are worthy of competing against thieves in their art?"

"I just take satisfaction in the specialization that I have practiced; nothing more, nothing less. If you are dissatisfied with my participation and winning the competition then, I can do nothing more than take my leave." Said Luke.

"Win? "Hahaha," laughed the woman, "Do Bards now perform as jesters? I must admit, you certainly made me laugh."