"I was a bard," he says—repeats, actually, but he says it like it's new—"so: music. Now it is a hobby instead of a profession. I think I like it better that way." The ferry is nearing the docks, so he starts gathering himself to climb out of it, straightening up and checking around the bench to make sure nothing's fallen out of his pockets. "Have you ever sold your art or your food?"