His question made her shift in her seat. Clearing her throat, she tucked her lips in. Exhaling a short breath, she drained the rest of the wine in her goblet.
"That's um... " She was about to say that it was personal, but stopped. What did it matter? Whoever he was, delusional or not, he was a stranger, a traveler like herself. Likely he would be gone anywhere between a few hours and morning. Instead, she smiled and reached for her lute and began to tune it. "I always find it easier to express myself through song. And I should really get to work. Some sing for their supper, yes?"
Closing her eyes, she played a few notes and made the necessary corrections. Content with her adjustments, she withdrew from her bag and set a candle. Once lit, it was almost like a stand-in for Shale. A fleeting sadness touched her eyes before she closed her eyes again and began to play the first notes of her song. Magic coursed through her body, glowing like small fireflies around her arms and surrounding her lute. Her instrument sounded like a multitude of other instruments had joined her.
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