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Many drunken men merely kicked these musicians out, while other, more inquisitive, even paranoid folk quizzed these musicians intently on their dread-inducing ballads. However, not even the performers could recall why, or how they had learned such pieces. The only thing that they could describe was an intense feeling of sadness, and of fear of something that was to come, despite their incapability to describe how that was. This soon came to pass within the following days, and the occurrence washed away along with the drunken memories of that night.
However, the bard's warnings echoed throughout the minds of those who were able to recall this, soon coming to the horrifying realization that this was not a mere one-off incident. Lutes decorating Merchant Stalls and Opera Houses began to play themselves, as phantom fingers weaved hauntingly hypnotic melodies to entrance the nearby masses, which seemed to fall to a lifeless standstill any moment the instruments were then interacted with. Though it was initially dismissed as the mischievous trickery of mind magic, or perhaps the dwindling sanity of bards suffering some manner of Dragon possession or another, all to keep the City's peace intact. After all, it was easier to write it off as something else than disturb the long-awaited peace that had washed over the Holy City.
With the passing of time of a few days, a higher frequency of Silven and Arcane inclined individuals, namely mages of any skill level, reported a faint ringing in their ears, which changed from a simple ringing to a faint melody depending on the person - all seemingly at random, though this didn't stop these societal outliers from attempting to pursue meaning. A week into the paranormal happenings, civilians began to report witnessing a Golden-eyed woman dressed in pure white robes, playing a translucent harp.
Those daring enough to humor her traveling performance were able to pick out the figure's mellifluous voice echoing throughout their minds, as opposed to throughout the air, whereas others who heard of it wrote it off as madness. Coupled with each report of this phantom musician, each observer described feeling emotions of intense, yet profound sadness, one that was almost inexplicable. It was as if they were crying tears that were not quite their own, yet not quite someone else's.
However, the ethereal figure only lasted for but a few minutes at a time. At the end of each song, each symphony, the woman disintegrated into a stunning silence when the last note was due to end. The audience, which ranged from one lone traveler to an entire group of Regalians, were left to their own thoughts, and theories as to who this new performer could be.
