Cain blinked slowly for but a moment, before he rubbed the nails of his thumb and index finger as he looked at the woman. He...wasn’t quite sure where to go with this. What the soldiers said then was true, she was...an orphan? No...and adopted child? Or both of this king? She made much more sense in the vision. “If you insist...” Cain said, trying to be a little more confident. “My sister...she can play piano. She’s a musician, which...isn’t too much different from a singer is it?”