Arda, it was a place of magic and legend. A place that the half demon had been missing for a while. As she walked about the City of Angels she realized how much she missed her old home. The people seemed oblivious to her for she gave off a lawful aura.

Wanting to rest she took her harp from her side and cradled it in her arm as she went to a nearby park. She found a comfortable spot near the square and sat underneath a maple tree, closed her eyes and began to play. The sound was carried on the wind through the town.