Herbalists' Cache bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang

Even her voice sounded pretty. Piercing, it had the quality of wind chimes, of the chirping of birds on the first morning of spring; she had always had an appreciation for nice voices what with her own being rather deep and droning and whatnot. Saar hadn't actually taken in much of what the stranger had said after 'do not be sorry', having been far too busy entertaining the train wreck of thoughts in her head. "Saarthal," Saar mustered up the remains of her courage, swallowed her embarrassment and straightened up, daring to glance at the stranger again. Oh jeez- "I'm Saarthal, uh, nice to meet you." say something interesting and cool saar! "You from around here?"