This is from an old friend on Achaea, quite creative of him with illusions and emotes.

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Otter ponders the situation.

Otter pulls a battered black leather harp case from around his neck.

Otter lovingly takes his harp from the case.

Otter carefully tunes his harp.

Otter plays a slow rising arpeggio in a minor key.

Flickering lights dance along the strings of Otter's harp.

Otter begins a soft, steady melodic line. Music and light begin to flow from the
harp strings.

The light from Otter's harp seems nearly solid. It forms complex, soothing
patterns in the air.

You feel a gentle breeze, warm and relaxing.

Otter plays a more energetic counter melody with his other hand, causing
brighter flashes of color within the musical cloud that surrounds him.

With a sudden flare of prismatic sound and light, the music becomes fiery and
joyful.

Your spirit soars on the wings of the music. You wish it would last forever.

Samadhi ArchGrump Otter, Magi Escape Artist says, "Ah... I'd forgotten how
relaxing it could be to make music."

From no identifiable source comes the sound of braying trumpets, the begining of
rising fanfare.

Otter suddenly stops playing the harp, and seems to be conducting the empty air.
Amazingly, the invisible trumpets respond, and are joined by the sound of
massive drums.

The very earth shakes with the powerful percussive sounds.

With a final blare, the music ceases and the colored cloud collapes into Otter's
harp.

With a flourish of his arm, Otter bows deeply.

Otter releases the tension on the harp stings, and fondly puts the harp back in
its case.

Otter slings a harp case over his shoulder.