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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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Robinton smiles, and keeps playing,

His hands are old, but strong. Calloused from years of playing, strong from exercise but still slightly frail as they pluck out the melody.

The light's too dim. The light's too damn dim, and Liz would snarl, if she weren't squinting. She can barely even hear the music now. She steps closer, not realizing she's doing it.

Nor does he notice. He's too caught up in the sounds, though she may not be hearing them.

His fingers slide along the strings like a stream, sounds to match pouring forth.

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((OOC: 'Moron' would be the right word to use about now, I think. My deepest apologies.))

"Try the piano." While the confidence is fascinating, she wants to see him fumble, see a weakness, see a crack.

After a long moment, he sets the harp aside and swings back to the piano keys.

Slowly, he begins to play.

[ooc: no problem. I imagine you've heard from Random a few times yourself.]

She watches, until he reaches the end of the song, and touches his shoulder lightly. "Thank you. I think I know a little more, now."

"Good evening, Robinton. A pleasure, as always."

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