"I said, you cannot be a bard. There are no halfling bards.”
“That makes you a troubadour or a minstrel. Your skill may be such that you can impress and entertain people, but to be a bard you must be trained. Without training the power of the calling will never be yours. And I know, better than any three of my colleagues and better than any sage, that no halfling has ever been trained.”
“And how would you know?”
“Because I am a bard. The Nameless Bard.”
“The Nameless Bard? Just what's that supposed to mean?"