[ She gives a small shrug and pulls out her harp, quietly humming along as pulls out a melody inspired by the First--the song upon the wind, as it were. One of many titles bestowed her upon her return. It's nice to do; she hasn't since she arrived here, and it feels good to let her anxieties escape from her fingertips. But she falls silent again sooner rather than later, heaving an almost petulant sigh. It seems she has reached her limits of not having an audience, and she does not like playing to become a chore. She tucks the instrument back into her bag, and plops down at the bar. ]
I've an idea! [ Never a good sign. ] In lieu of customers, why don't I buy something? Then you'll get to figure out the lay of things, and I can be less bored. An ideal trade, yes?
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[ She gives a small shrug and pulls out her harp, quietly humming along as pulls out a melody inspired by the First--the song upon the wind, as it were. One of many titles bestowed her upon her return. It's nice to do; she hasn't since she arrived here, and it feels good to let her anxieties escape from her fingertips. But she falls silent again sooner rather than later, heaving an almost petulant sigh. It seems she has reached her limits of not having an audience, and she does not like playing to become a chore. She tucks the instrument back into her bag, and plops down at the bar. ]
I've an idea! [ Never a good sign. ] In lieu of customers, why don't I buy something? Then you'll get to figure out the lay of things, and I can be less bored. An ideal trade, yes?