"One song?" Daja said with a smile. "I would like to think that my skills are worth more than one song. After all, not only will I be restoring your beautiful lyre to it's former glory, I will be ensuring that it will not decay in the future."

Daja itched for some tea to drink from, to sip from when she wanted to pause.

"I would not expect anything less than seven songs for such work."