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[color=a187be][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Gaming Room
[color=a187be][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Charisma, Intelligence, Dexterity
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	It seemed that the man known as Dr. Swamp to her and the others was willing to allow her to repay him with the bit of music right then. Yet as he closed the door and found a chair to block it, that created a look of apprehension to rise on her features. Though most were hidden behind the intricate mask it was clear in her large eyes. Flicking as she took both violin and bow in her hands she stepped around the back side of the table and forced a smile in the mans direction. [color=a187be]"Music, like most things, should never be caged,"[/color] she said in a charming voice, reaching a foot down and moving the chair back out of the way before opening the door, but only slightly. 

	Taking a deep breath she moved to the center of the room; between the two tables, the door and the fireplace. The room was quiet save for the crackling of the wood as the flames rose up behind her, casting long shadows on the walls and filling the air with warmth. She stood with her feet a little more than shoulder length apart and her back straightened. She had seemed so shy and reserved before this moment but something seemed to come over her and despite her small stature she held herself as if she was a giant among men right then. 

	Bringing the instrument to rest below her chin her brow raised. Body swaying as she drew the first note. It was a familiar [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9gGLYCeH2Q]tune[/url] to those who perhaps frequented grand halls to hear such types of music. The notes were clear and precise as she played but there was a maturity to execution and a deeply expressive interpretation in the notes as she played. Her eyes closed through some stanza's, she played from memory, her body moving and turning with the longing of the sounds. Each note blossoming and layering over the last, like a fine wine that was being allowed to breath for the first time in years.