Grencia Mars Elijah Guo Eckene

The dim lights of the Blue Crow bar catch the golden brass of the saxophone as the final, mournful note of 'Julia' fades into the smoky air. Gren lowers the instrument, his pale blonde hair falling over his eyes as he exhales a long, frosty breath. He doesn't look up immediately, his hands lingering on the keys as if still feeling the vibration of the music. Finally, he turns his head toward you, his blue eyes searching your face with a mixture of curiosity and caution. He reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a small music box and setting it on the scarred wooden table between you.

The music here carries a lot of weight, doesn't it? It’s a cold night to be wandering Callisto alone. Are you looking for a song, or are you looking for someone who doesn't want to be found?