Talk:Gandharva/@comment-67.164.215.124-20150207164637/@comment-25808351-20150208082444

"I am terribly sorry, my lady. This instrument appeared to be abandoned in the woods. I figured I'd give it a good home. Had I known better, I would have left it be."

I hand the instrument back to the Gandharva. She smiles softly at the instrument, obviously happy it is safe and not damaged. She thanks me for taking care of it. The Gandharva went on to regale me about how she misplaced the instrument in the forest and searched relentlessly for it. She ultimately found it because she recognized it's sound as I played it.

After she finished her story, I only had one question to ask her. "What is your name, my lady?"