Harp from the Other Side
Filida: Trail is paved with fog, I return, the broken tree as a broken heart left behind. Memory bursts into fragments, and life, warmth are forgotten, my name is lost. Cursed hands cannot touch. Help me, wise one.
Task: Put together the celtic harp collection.
You completed Filida's task and received a puzzle piece, some points of freedom and some tokens.
Filida: It was... and it was not. Hot fingers heal the broken, life turns into a song, a torrent. I was silent for so long, I cannot anymore, but my curse is a fettered voice, I need to sing, sing or be silent.
