Harpist: Fantasy

The strumming of the harp was what lured him down out of his room and into the common room of the tavern. He would never have expected to hear such artistry in such a crude setting. The thump of hands against a drum, yes, even the tootles of an expert piper--but to master the harp required not merely skill and time, but a good teacher and--more tellingly--the harp itself. And this harp was a beauty. He knew that from the soft golden sound of it. It was no cheap instrument fashioned at home or made by an apprentice: it was a masterwork. He followed that golden sound until he was in the tavern's common room. He noticed that the locals were huddled against the walls. It wasn't--

Inspiration: P.J. Harvey - Joe
Story Potential: High, I think.
Notes: Interesting. Magic of some sort--a ghost story, perhaps? Not necessarily.