I carefully explain to Meara about my skill with all things musical, and how I might be able to repair her broken harp. After convincing her of my prowess, she hurries away to fetch the damaged instrument.

In a trice Meara returns cradling her harp.

Gently taking it from her, I subject it to a thorough examination.

Nodding distractedly I smile, and amble away carrying the harp; calling over my shoulder as I go.

"Don't fret Meara, I'll bring her back to you good as new!"