"Nor Ishgard," he says with a small sigh and another sip of his ale, which marks where he's from more cleanly if his accent hadn't already given him away. "Still. Best to be prepared all the same." He can see the other bard beckoning him back over to continue and he waves back for another moment. Ah well, he can do better than a line like this, but he doesn't have enough time,

"I'd offer to show you around and help you out, but I'm afraid I'd be seen as having ulterior motives when I inevitably try to take you home with me later tonight, so perhaps it's better if you find your own way," he winks, "Enjoy the show," and then he's gone back through the crowd towards the stage.

He doesn't really expect he'll end up taking the adventurer of the hour to bed tonight, but hey, a little optimism never hurt anyway.