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Robinton's at the piano, slowly getting the hang of chords.

Something resembling a 'melody' is beginning to form, as well.

But a story would help.

Masterharper available- have at!

[ooc: edit/summary- The Masterharper and the Forsaken Bard talk. Asmodean succeeds in scaring the harper to death. Zedd and Robinton discuss the availability of music, and Liz Imbrie stops by for *cough*slowtime*cough* more examination of the harper's hands.]

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"A 'musician'?"

He frowns, perplexed.

"I've not heard the word. What does it refer to? Harping?"

He shook his head.

"It means a creator of music."

"On my world, we're called Harpers."

His eyes drift back to the piano keys.

"Perhaps you can explain- why is the scale off on that instrument? The increments in tone, they are uneven."

Asmodean tilted his head slightly.

"The scaling is different than that of the harp. It is such with many instruments."

He sighs, and his eyes drift to the harp case still sitting atop the piano.

"I see. Frustrating, but necessary, I imagine."

He shrugged slightly.

"Such things often arise in instrument construction..."

He nods, and leans back in his seat, his eyes drifting to the 'musician's' hands.

"And in all things, I imagine."

The bard's hands are rather delicate with long fingers. They move with precise movements, and a deadly grace.

"Indeed."

Robinton watches them closely, easily picturing them on a harp.

Or on a knife.

He doesn't reply.

A small pause.

"The bar will provide you with music if you so desire."

He looks up, mildly surprised.

"The written scores? I didn't know that was possible."

He nodded calmly.

"Bar, may I have the score for Hungarian Rhapsody by Franz Liszt?"

A copy of the music appears.

Robinton gently picks it up, immediately reading the first few lines.

"This is... unusual. Like nothing from my world."

Asmodean glanced at it.

"It corresponds as such."

He played a scale that started with the first note of the piece.

"It's written for piano, then?"

No matter, he can alter it. Simply remove the more...

But he stops himself, casually setting the sheets face down, and looking up at the bard.

The bard tilts his head slightly.

"Yes, my lord?"

"I barely play, as you heard. Do you have a recommendation for a harp piece?"

Robinton believes that transposed music loses something key.

He nodded calmly.

"It is one of my own, but it should suffice nicely."

Fire flared around the bard for a moment, and a portal spun open in mid air. The bard stepped through it, and returned a few seconds later. The portal shut behind him.

"This is called the Ballad of the Corinin and it should suffice nicely."

He offered a piece of music to Robinton.

The harper reaches out a shaking hand and takes the music.

"I'd heard your magic, Musician, but I'd not credited it to be more than that."

He's never seen such a thing... heard rumors of it, mentions, whispers.

"You go between dragonless?"

He shrugged casually.

"It is a matter of having the ability and the desire."

For all his surprise, he holds the music carefully, gently picking up the Hungarian Rhapsody as well.

"Of which you have both? It's the ability that startles me."

A mild word, really. But leave an old harper his dignity...

Flames engulfed his hand, but no damage to the skin at all.

Asmodean shook his wrist casually and the flames vanished.

"There are those who are given power..."

Robinton subtly rocks backwards at the display, tucking the sheets of paper well out of the way.

He's not going to let this go up in flames. Even if the Bard does.

Asmodean watched him carefully.

"Do not worry, I am completely in control of such things."

"I should certainly hope so."

It's said in a quiet, worried, but generally amused tone. Mostly with his own reactions, but all the same.