Niccolo was simply packed when word came around. He didn't have much as it was. Just the clothes on his back, his sword and his viola. He decided that in this time of sadness, they needed to find some joy. He had already seen too much sadness around him.
He brought his viola with him towards the Inn, unsure of what he was gonna do. He waved to his friends by the fire, no doubt awestruck by the revelation of what we were doing. Where we were going. He tried to stifle any thoughts of remorse and sadness. There was no time for crying.
When he entered the Inn, the place he called a home for such a short time, he noticed Ellenor sitting down, almost as if she was hiding something. He wanted to ask her, but almost felt that words would do nothing in this situation. Instead, he just sat down and unpacked his instrument. Like before, the glimmer of the polish made him feel comfortable.
A place...he never thought he'd grow attached to a location. Nothing but trees and monsters. But it was more than that somehow. It was somehow...a home. And now, once again, home was lost to him.
"I wonder...maybe we need a solemn tune. Not one to make us cry...but one to make us look back and always remember...but what?"
Then it hit him. And he began to play outside the Inn, something that seemed sad. But in reality, it was his way of praying. Praying that all of his friends and allies make it safely to Maplewood. Because in the end, they were all that mattered. As much as he was gonna miss the town, it was just a place. It's the people that truly make it special.