Walking into the comparatively cluttered room, you're a little startled to notice a green dragon looking through papers of some kind. A shelf carved from the stone of the walls of the cave is a messy organization of piles of music, inks and rather large pens. Exactly opposite that is another counter of sorts with a tray of sand that has musical notes written in it, some smoothed out in places where corrections need to be made.

I am Pinemeth, called The Harper's Dragon not because I am connected to one, because I am connected to music. Do not let my brother Killeth fool you, he is talented at writing lyrics from histories. I complete them because he has no sense of note.

She puts down the papers she was sorting through and makes her way over to you.

Would you like to hear our latest creation? We have finally finished 'A Dragon's Heaven.'

She reaches beside you to turn on the music player, here, set in the rock near the door, where a light switch would be. She looks at you and appears to be thinking of two things at once then goes over to her counter of sand.

You watch the long, lean Dragon move about the room, she has a very human quality about her but also a Drconian one as well. Though her movements are ones a Dragon would make, her duties and actions are hardly something you would expect her to be able to do. Through all of this she has a grace about her that you can not deny.

I am working to clean at the moment, the last song now complete I need the space for creating the next one.