Instruments of every size and type are shoved on shelves
and against walls. And a distinct "drat!" erupts from the tiny red-haired
woman sitting across from you as one of strings on her harp snaps.
She notices you suddenly and her frown transforms
into a wide, dimpled smile that teases an answering smile from your own
lips. "Well met and merry meet!"
She gestures to the vast collection surrounding her.
"A great many songs you'll find here listed
in our Codex," Siobhann assures you as you begin paging
through the haphazard directory. "I warrant you'll be wanting to use our new filing system, though," she adds. "Just you be going through that door there to the Gallery and from there on to the Conservatory." |