"Beautiful." Xander opened his eyes and applauded. "Beautiful."
So did the other watchers. So did his fellow musicians. Dasha was a master at his art. That night, he did not receive information. He did not need to.
Men of power were arrogant. Tasos was no different. If he misunderstood what was in the box, if there was any confusion, he would not ask. He should understand because he was who he was. Xander was of the same lane. He did not ask him who or what Dasha really was. He asked for his name and discussed his talent and nothing else.
Dasha exited the Symposium while in-line with the other musicians. The two that held qins, popular among the Chinese patrons, and asked for his name.
"Myth," Dasha repeated over and over again.
And so, the name spread.
