Edric. So that was his name. Not Steve, not Alphonse. Lyrikai could admit he was a little disappointed in the notion. In his mind, Alphonse fitted this big fellow much better than some 'Edric'. Alas, he wasn't the one who named this man. He could only worry about his own name that fit him so beautifully. It was so musical and melodious in sound. He was proud of it as it was far better than that hideous title his Hylian caretakers had tried bestowing upon him. While he was ever grateful for their care as he could not have survived without it, Lyrik Ion fit much better to the title of a bard. It had a much better ring and could be so much more well known. "Thank you so kindly for your invitation, love." Gloved hands pressed together in a most pleasing way, eager to get in there and go hide under the tent's shade to rest until the sun would cease its brutality upon him. He made a beeline for it. He didn't need to be told twice. Whatever work he had to do could be done anywhere, and better it be done in a shady spot where he would not slowly waste away. There were plenty of tables and chairs here that could find one in a corner to settle in and get to work. What he most needed was a drink of water, but he didn't dare as quite yet. He had troubled the Edric enough for this moment. "As soon as I have something suitable on paper, I shall let you know, love. You will be the first." As much as he hated working, this was very important for his reputation, and it even sounded a little bit like fun. He didn't trouble himself to pay attention to anyone else as others trickled into the area to join the construction. They could build whatever they wanted, it mattered not. The music hall was Lyrik's baby.