Claudia sat at the edge of a large fountain in the midst of the city, quietly humming to herself and fiddling with the tuning knobs of her lute, searching for just the right sound.  Twas a lovely day she thought.  The sun's golden rays reflected off the rippling waters of the font, culminating in dazzling speckles of light dancing across the crystalline surface.  In the open, children laughed and played while their parents were busy crowding the many market stalls and booths.  From such booths, a delectable myriad of scents, fresh baked loaves of bread, exotic spices and herbs, savory, roasted meats and fish, and sweet strawberries and apples ripe from the orchard.

Such a lovely day indeed, and one that was perfect for music.  Once she had found the right pitch she desired of her instrument, she cleared her throat and began to sing.  Gracefully, her frail fingers danced across the strings of her lute, every note, every sound of her siren voice weaving a tapestry of a tale of brave heroes long past.  Not long had a small crowd come to admire her work, some dropping coins into the floppy hat beside her feet.  Each clink of the gold brought a smile to her face, yet Claudia resumed to play.  Once she had finished her song, she stood and took a bow.  The crowd applauded with thunderous joy.  "One more!". They cried for.

"Ah, one more you say?" Jovially Claudia answered.  "Why not!". And with a beaming grin, she took up her lute and played once more.