[He follows Maglor's directions, plucking carefully at the instrument and producing crystal clear notes to find where the chords he's wanting are in this new configuration. There are more of them, after all, and no neck upon which to change their key, but he has an ear at least and after a long few minutes of exploration manages a very rudimentary version of a song he'd heard over and over in the Hanged Man, mostly because the minstrel who frequented there was oft times drunk and knew very few songs.
He misses quite a lot of notes and only gets through a single verse, but you get the idea.]
Maker's breath, that was horrible.
[Adalwolfe says with a laugh, handing the harp back.]
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[He follows Maglor's directions, plucking carefully at the instrument and producing crystal clear notes to find where the chords he's wanting are in this new configuration. There are more of them, after all, and no neck upon which to change their key, but he has an ear at least and after a long few minutes of exploration manages a very rudimentary version of a song he'd heard over and over in the Hanged Man, mostly because the minstrel who frequented there was oft times drunk and knew very few songs.
He misses quite a lot of notes and only gets through a single verse, but you get the idea.]
Maker's breath, that was horrible.
[Adalwolfe says with a laugh, handing the harp back.]