Dinadan usually prefers to compose out of doors. But due to the snow which has been falling sporadically for the past few hours, he has retreated inside the cottage. He's in the kitchen, his legs propped up on the table and his lyre in his lap. He's plucking at the strings and singing under his breath. He strikes a false note, frowns, and tries the
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