[The communicator clicks on and Imoen is sitting up on her bedroll, rubbing her eyes, wearing nothing but her tunic. SCANDAL!]
Mmmm... what's-
[She jumps up and runs off-screen. Just her voice is heard.]
What the heck? Oh- OH MY GOD! A bed! And chairs, and a table! And a mattress, and a settee!
[Rummaging and furniture moving is heard for a bit]
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That's some lovely music.
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Hee, thank you. My foster father taught me how, to try to stop me from pickpocketing when I was bored. Didn't help, but I don't play too badly.
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Maybe... maybe we could play together, sometime?
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Huh, maybe I could do a little show or something, play some songs once a week? Over the radio?
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