A young woman had begun strumming a lute, a tall woman, by far taller than Morana was by at least a head. Morana floated closer, moving lightly on her bare feet. She hummed softly, picking up the girl's tune. Morana took a look at the girl's visage, compared it to several drawings she'd been looking through earlier. She didn't recognize the girl as one of the known operatives of the Assassin Order and thus dismissed her and could then concentrate on enjoying the music.

Moving closer Morana swayed gracefully, her legs moving to the rhythm. Her hips began to sway and her arms fluttered through the air.. Since the song was rather slow paced she kept her movements slow, matching the pacing.

"How about stepping it up?" she whispered askance, "Coins fall more readily to happier songs."