Lynly Star-Sung

"Is there anything else I can get you, milord?"

The sweet voice causes you to furrow a brow, glancing over your shoulder to the young woman standing beside a head-hung poacher, a lute strapped over her back being strummed by the short blonde locks of hair on her head. Lynly Star-Sung. She had told you her name when you first entered, taking all manner of melodic requests. You wonder if she would accept one more...

Taking the enchanted book to your room, you guide your quill over its parchment, gracing the open page with her name.