Oh? The Balladeer arches an eyebrow. If there were anything designed to pique his curiosity...

...ah, but she's just a kid. He's not going to pry, though he's certain he could glean her name from about three seconds of tuning into her song. It just doesn't seem right to do that to someone so young. "It's both," he replies instead with a shrug. "It means I travel around, write and play ballads." For, you know, a given value of write. He can write music, but he never did before; when would he have played it?

He's not sure what he can assume of her knowledge, so he adds, "Ballads are like...story-songs."