Peony smiled, "Yes, I play the flute." She remembered the first time she picked it up. She could not put her father's flute down so he finally gave in and gave it to her. "I have been playing for some fifteen years. As for your other question, I come from Minas Tirith."
Once again Peony scanned for Deva. She saw him sitting in a corner eating. "Do you travel alone Symestreem?"
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