The harp and flute mixed beautifully for the next few moments. It took Cromthal a few moments to pick up Rirrym's tune, but when he did, the blend was beyond beautiful. When they were finished, Cromthal smiled softly at Rirrym.
"You should be a bard yourself, you have much talent, and I thank you. Aingeal has not sung like that since I left my master. Oh! Here! You can have your handkerchief back." Cromthal handed him the soft white square of cloth.
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