Regina's nimble fingers deftly plucked the harp. "In this operation, I wasn't able to do anything meaningful for you. The only thing I can do is to depict the story of this place through poetry, so that more people will know and pass it on. I have basically conceived it. If you all agree, why not have a listen?"
"Certainly, we've been looking forward to Miss Regina's singing for more than a day or two," Gaven said with joy—a windfall from heaven.
Though Regina hadn't truly performed on their journey, her mere vocal hums were very pleasing to the ear, possessing a seductive quality.
If she were to sing it, it would become natural advertising, expanding her fame and helping her attract potential employers to seek her out.
"Please." Mr. Darnell naturally would not refuse the opportunity to listen to a Transcendent Bard display her talents.
In Felen, music and poetry possessed magic power.
