The soft song was like an ethereal whisper barely reaching the ears, its lyrics incomprehensible, but the power to cleanse the soul could be distinctly felt. Ever since Muir appeared, this relaxing melody had never ceased, though the source of the song remained a mystery, and the singer unknown. Yet, the elusive song persistently hovered around Muir without reason, its persistence unwavering.
"You've ascended to a demigod as Yeda's Singer," Pannis said, staring straight at Muir's nearly flawless face, and exhaled deeply, "Unexpected. I thought it was the least likely profession you would advance to, yet you're the first in the past two hundred years to ascend to a demigod in the true sense of clergy."
