I am Sona Buvelle. I am a virtuoso of the stringed etwahl, speaking only through my graceful chords, vibrant arias, and sign language. My genteel manner has endeared me to the Demacian nobility, though some speculate my arresting melodies actually emanate magic—a dangerous prospect in the kingdom. Silent to outsiders but understood easily enough by close companions, I pluck my harmonies not only to soothe injured allies, but also to strike down unsuspecting enemies.