[Mithalwen]

"What manner of things do you create?" Hearpwine's question once more demanded Mithalwen's attention. She had been distracted by Uien's passage for although Mithalwen had been unaware of the disturbance centred on the other elf woman, she could not fail to be aware of Uien's displeasure though she guessed wrong at the cause. She is still displeased about the braces - well she will have to get over it, I am not changing them now. Having only seen Uien seeming blissfully happy with Falowik she could not imagine the trauma that had taken place and she would have been outraged at the accusation of being ungiving. Since her arrival three days before she had given away the only jewel in her possession, emptied her purse bailing out that wastrel Snaveling and now was giving her time and skill to a virtual stranger.

Momentarily she had thought of following her but Uien's demeanour had been forbidding and Hearpwine had started up again... the moment had passed. I create discord and misunderstanding mainly she thought wryly. I am skilled in the shaping of wood and metal but though I dwell at the havens I am not a shipwright - the stature of the neri is more suited to such undertakings. My aptitude is for smaller items and I make what is required - in times of war, weapons and at all times the necessaries of life - but my greatest delight, and I hope skill, is in the making of instruments of music.