Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

- This is a good, neutral choice to soothe weary minds, - the Lady approves of the flute. - I have a favorite. It's about how a young man, inspired by dreams, went to war with the other men from the village, but didn't get what he expected. With each new step, his soul died, his hands were covered in blood and suffering, and his face was etched with wrinkles, - her eyes slowly scan the stern warrior-knights and all sorts of soldier mothers one by one. - No one survived from his squad. And the village was burned. I suppose that will touch the hearts of this audience.

People are trying to drown their sorrows in cups, forget themselves in meaningless conversations, and some nervous ladies are even crying. Tifa gains +1 to intelligence.
Finally, most of the partygoers disperse to the rooms, some alone, some with "attendants," and others in family pairs. The servants pounce on the remaining meat and wine - the regent merely nods approvingly. Sigurd and Gautier dance on the table, collecting applause from the unmarried girls, among whom is Ida Gi...
Amadeo raises his cup again, hoping to deliver an inspiring speech to his ensemble, but Tifa is not destined to hear it.
-- Lady Tifa, -- a servant bows to her. -- Allow me to express my admiration for you... and for everyone else who delighted our ears and wounded our souls as well. But the regent wishes to speak with you.

Added 8 minutes later

—...Or will. It doesn't matter. —he answers both questions, cracking his knuckles. —Fight as you fought before, and I'll take it from there.

-- Then take off your loser's armor and let's go. First, you'll fight another newbie, and then we'll see.
The crowd cheers for Hargon, raising their mugs. The newbie stands opposite him.
-- I'm going to kick your ass.

Counting down, I guess?