I do not mind if all it does is reveal whether I am lying or not. Since I'm not planning to lie, in this case I don't even mind if it would produce the truth if I did. I mind if it extracts any other information from my head, or puts anything there.
There are so many of them, she says. But your points about the strategic upshot are well taken. I would have volunteered if all I were volunteering were - me, in a vacuum, not likely to accomplish anything more important by my presence or destroy anything more important by my absence. I imagine you won't find the song any more reassuring than having me swear things but I'll let you ask me questions while it plays if you like.
I can spread them out for you, I store them compressed for the effects but I can slow them down again. I'm willing to take your word for it on how the song works so it's only worth it if being initially twitchy when your family questions me will be a problem.
All right. Is it just Macalaurë's songs you want to hear or would Findaráto's help too?
I don't know how old any of the songs are, for my non-you purposes it doesn't matter if they were all invented in Valinor.
Yes, it's too soon for them to be informative to me. I know about how much Macalaurë can compose in ten years, though, and how to recognize something he wrote and performed, and when I've heard that much music of his that's new to me I'll know it's been ten years. This is useful since it sounds like the engineers have turned their energies toward projects I'm not qualified to evaluate.
All right. Although it might be awkward to play you his stone-assembling one in a Dwarf hotel.
If he'd made me an offer that implied that my background knowledge about him was misleading I would have thought about it a lot harder, but he'd have had a lot of evidence to surmount.
...well, I'd say 'sorry' but I don't actually think I'm sorry that I am more powerful than most things I meet here, I think it's preferable to the other way around, and most forms of power generalize pretty well.
No. I was planning to visit you less anyway once I had you set up somewhere. You can decide how much less or hire a Dwarf intermediary for whenever I drop by with songs and news or whatever. Would you rather go back the rest of the way alone?
And she turns into a bird and tucks her notebook underground and becomes invisible and flies to Doriath.