Penelope approaches Tamar, with a solemn look upon her face.<br/><br/><em>"Play something for us suitable to the dignity of the maidens her superior will arrive soon with guards I'm sure.,"</em><br/><br/>She nods her head, and settles her lyra against her arm, beginning to play a solemn melody improvised from several of the common hymns to Vesta, but in a style that owed as much to the Hellenic as to the Roman tastes.<br/><br/>She closes her eyes as she plays, her mind on the Hearth Goddess.  She is a stranger to Penelope, a goddess of purity and the home, yet she can feel the goddess' favor descend upon Tamar's house, in gratitude for rescuing her servents from harm.<br/><br/>Her song ended, Penelope once more bowed, smiling with a sense of the peace and favor that surrounded them.