He wasn't the only social guy. And if he wanted to be around people making noise and having fun, he wouldn't have to look further than the old man in pink with the sword at his hip who had been convinced to play some songs on his guitar. The man was... good. Very. His voice was smooth with none of the grit of age that he looked like he should have. his voice was powerful as he belted out power ballad after power ballad until finally he begged off with a laugh, turning down offers of coin but accepting food and drinks. Soon he had more than he could consume, he laughed and thanked his audience, then looked around for someone to share this all with.