Mialla nodded gratefully at the squire. No requests, that made this easy... well, easier. An hour, maybe an hour and a half... she stepped into the great hall when called, found her spot between the low tables, and curtsied as she was introduced. "I am grateful for your hospitality, milady; it is a pleasure to meet you all." She responded. A deep breath, shoulders straight... she knew how to do this, how to fill this hall with her voice.<br/><br/>The first lines of her song were automatic, an introduction designed to allow the singer to compose herself, and hopefully get the audience in the right mind for a song. She picked one of the courtly ballads of her homeland, telling of a knight and his lady love, then, once that was over, launched into the adventures of one of the minor characters of the first ballad, who turned out a hero in her own right.  Before long, she had forgotten there was an audience, and was singing as much for her own enjoyment as anything, only winding down when dinner was over...