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Mirabell awoke with a start, and for a moment forgot where she was. She was nestled in the sturdy branches of a small tree outside of the Green Dragon; yes, that's where she was. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, drawing an intricate pattern on her body. She stretched, yawned, and attempted to climb out of the tree. In her sleepy state, she executed a rather clumsy dismount and landed on her bottom. Standing up, she brushed herself off and began to walk towards the Inn. When she got inside, she noticed several patrons examining a placard. Mirabell jostled through the crowd and read the words upon said placard.
"Bring musical instruments?" she said, thinking. Remembering the little flute she had in her dress pocket, she took it out and looked it over.
"I wonder if Aman would let me play at the party?" she wondered aloud, and made her way towards the bar to ask the location of the innkeeper. A hand waved her towards the end of the counter, where Aman was keeping busy. Mirabell went over to her and cleared her throat.
"Hello, Aman. I was going to ask you, would it be possible for me to play my flute at the party?" she asked, lifting up the flute to show her. Coughing, she waited for a response.
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