Many years have passed since that fateful afternoon. Taieem is now a social recluse, moving from inn to inn performing as a bard. His skills are meagre, but enough to earn him a room each night. He does not believe in love or attachment any more. He moves on every few months. He is terse and keeps himself to himself, never discussing the past. He deeply regrets and mourns the mistake he made 20 years ago, but has never had the courage to face up to returning to XXX and facing his liege lord, and old friend, Davos.
It is also, true that he has never found room in his heart for another woman.