The harper

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was there ever a time when...

... with who we were acquainted was irrelevant?  I think not.  In particular, I remember a man, actually just a boy, who lived here for a time.  In the beginning he would melt into the walls and even though he'd play his harp as loud as a storm and hoot and holler at the top of his lungs, no one paid him any attention.  All that changed when by nothing but chance he met the King.

Scott's here's an idea for a story.  Chase if you want, but no pressure.