The sky was a warm peach as the sun began to set over the city of Valentis. You had been here for hours, playing your harp in the street for coin.

Unfortunately today was not one of fortune, the busy crowds paid little attention to you as they passed by and soon the streets began to empty. As you play your final harmony you look down to the basket at your feet and sigh at the few bronze coins inside, you wouldn't be eating very much tonight. Again.

Just as you bend down to pick up your basket, a lilac coin purse is tossed into it, golden crowns spilling from its contents. You blink in suprise and look up to see an elven man standing before you, as beautiful as the day is long.

"Such talent is wasted in the gutter dear one, come, play for me, and me alone."