Reluctant she may have been, but after some thought, Melenai finally agreed to let Raven rummage through her memories. As his hands rested on her shoulders, she could feel him prodding around in her mind, sifting through memories. Not one, not a hundred, nor a thousand, nor a million, but each one of them, all at once. There was so much going on that for Raven, it felt like a lifetime just trying to grasp what was happening in the most basic of her memories.
In the end, as his hands retreated, the only thing he managed to get out of it was her race and a few minor things from here and there–nothing major enough to hinder their coming mission.
"You're a bard?" Out of all the things that confused him, for some reason, Raven decided to focus on her class. Squinting, he looked into her eyes, his head slightly leaning upwards. "Where's your instrument?"
