She lingered in the shadows for a while, still listening, falling under the music's spell. It was easy to entrance folk with such a thing, but there was something haunting about this particular song that ensnared her heart and mind. She stayed silent a while, drawn to the music, until...

She shook herself out of the reprieve, suddenly. She was suddenly aware that she did not know how long she had been standing there. Clearing her throat, she stepped from the shadows.

"I fear your music is bewitching me.... Pray, where did you learn to play so well?"

It may be rude to interrupt, but she had to know, and if he continued to play she feared she may never leave this place.