I didn't dare look up at the man that had approached me even if he had directly spoken to me. Instead easily my bow moved keys, the long and daunting notes of Raiaeran music sprung to life at my finger tips. The beautiful melody was slow and haunting, my fingers pressing themselves against the frets on the neck of my violin. Wiggling the pad of my fingers to draw out the cord. My eyes shut a moment later as I found myself wrapped entirely in the moment, the music and the lack of fear that I had felt moments before, the music spun around me, weaving breath takingly in between notes. My head moved, dipping and bobbing with the notes of the music that sprung to life at my will.

My lips parted as I found myself humming such ominous notes, low and high alike to match the music from the violin. My fingers dancing easily from one wired string to the next. I played as if I was delivering the performance of my life time. Each cord that was struck, plucked or ran across by my bow tore deeper into the essence of my being. It took me a moment to realize that my hood had fallen, my muddy red locks fell around my face and shoulders. Quickly I plucked the last few chords to end the song, before setting my violin down in front of me and pulling my hood back over my head.

"Hope that satisfied you need, sir." I mumbled almost barely audible.

Daringly I looked up slightly, my bright gaze drank in the manly merchant looking man. My curiosity curbed as I glanced down, picking up my instrument once more and plucking a few playful chords. The ease of forming and harmonizing chords until a melody came to life at my fingertips once more. This one seemed to lack luster then the two before it but enough to be heard through the hustle and bustle of the crowded streets.