When the minstrel (because she had no other word for him) finished, she followed the example of the others, tossing coins into his case and applauded. The tune was different than what she was used to and the guitar was far stranger than the instruments of her time, but his skills impressed her. Enough that she had spun and danced as he played.

Music had a way of enchanting her.

She giggled in response, raising her shoulders in a shrug. "I don't think you would know anything from my world, but I would like to hear more from yours."