Nahli nods, "I understand that. Ul'dah and Gridania have done nothing to help matters though. They won't help, so I will. It is something. To me, that's better than nothing. Mayhaps a song will inspire them. Bring that fire back into their hearts and souls." She says just as quietly, pulling her lyre-harp into her lap. With deft fingers, she fiddles with the tuning pins, every now and then plucking a string to check the sound it produces. The instrument was lovingly crafted from wood of the highest quality, probably harvested from the Black Shroud, and it is plain that Nahli tended to it well.Â
After a few moments of playing with her lyre-harp, she speaks again, glancing over at Odette, "Where did you learn to play, if I may ask?" She peers searchingly at her traveling companion, knowing well that the subject could be touchy.
After a few moments of playing with her lyre-harp, she speaks again, glancing over at Odette, "Where did you learn to play, if I may ask?" She peers searchingly at her traveling companion, knowing well that the subject could be touchy.
