Hearing the boy's name made Aron smile politely. "The pleasure is truly mine, Azazel of House Nicht." The prince made no mention of his House, yet it was part of Aron's education to learn the various families of prestige and fame in all Twelve Kingdoms. "My name is Aron of House Sanagar." He had to admit, Aron was genuinely intrigued with Azazel, for he seemed remarkably cultured for a Fantasma Islander. "If you would be so kind as to grace me with your company, why don't you see me later and enjoy this fine day over a glass of wine? I have a few bottles of Matrisian Red stowed away somewhere. . ."
The sounds of music and song spilled from one of the open windows above. The instrument was nothing like Aron had ever heard before - not like the lute, nor the harp, nor the flute, nor any other instrument that was played in your standard ballroom. Its sound had a graceful bell-like quality to it, and it was oddly soothing. If the peals of clock tower bells could have been turned into an instrument upon which they might be played, this was it."Such a lovely sound . . . but what is it?" Aron commented.
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The sounds of music and song spilled from one of the open windows above. The instrument was nothing like Aron had ever heard before - not like the lute, nor the harp, nor the flute, nor any other instrument that was played in your standard ballroom. Its sound had a graceful bell-like quality to it, and it was oddly soothing. If the peals of clock tower bells could have been turned into an instrument upon which they might be played, this was it."Such a lovely sound . . . but what is it?" Aron commented.
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