Jherek's Quarters

[Jherek Doryn]

"People ask for the lute way too often. Besides, the lute allows me to sing while I play."

[Viea Greyjoy]

"As does the harp." Aalina said with a smile.

[Jherek Doryn]

Jherek smiled at her wit.
"But why would I taint the harp's beautiful music with the comparatively discordant sound of my voice?"

[Viea Greyjoy]

"That is a fair point you make there." She said with a laugh.

[Jherek Doryn]

"What about you? Why did you choose the harp above all else?"

[Viea Greyjoy]

"It is the music I prefer. It gaves a soft tone, where most instruments are harsher."

[Jherek Doryn]

"Truer words were never spoken."
Jherek closes his eyes and begins humming softly, as if hearing the harp's music in his head. A contented smile slowly works its way across his face.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Aalina shook her head.

"I should go. It is time for evening prayers."

[Jherek Doryn]

"As you wish, Aalina. Shall we meet again on the morrow?"

[Viea Greyjoy]

"Mayhaps." She said, neither agreeing or disagreeing.

Aalina turned and headed to the Sept.

[Jherek Doryn]

Jherek waited for a few minutes, then followed her through the halls and down to the Sept. He listened to her melodic voice reciting prayers, and eventually left her for his chambers once more.

[Viea Greyjoy]

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Aalina knocked on the Bards door softly. One of the girls had begged her to let him play for them.

[Jherek Doryn]

A soft moan escaped from the room, shortly followed by a single word.
"Enter."

[Viea Greyjoy]

Aalina opened the door.

"Jherek?" She asked.

[Jherek Doryn]

The bard sat on his bed, a large bruise across one cheek with several others on his ribs and arms. There was also a single cut across the top of his shoulder that he was stitching together as she entered.
"How may I help you, Aalina?"
He didn't even look up.