Lys: The Spell Breaks

When she had finished her song, her fingers continued to play, notes tumbling in a pleasant chaos before finally trailing away. Reluctantly, she stilled the strings, and after a moment, handed the harp back to the bard. "Thank you. Thank you so much. I've not... not played a harp in a very long time, and never one like this. Where did you find it?" Bold, Aithne. This is not a fellow slave. But the words were out, so she waited for an answer.

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