The fiddler paced the room until he stood in front of me, facing me directly. His bow moved ever faster, his fingers tripping in a frantic blur along the strings. My vision distorted and the room swayed as faster and faster the music spun me. Breathless, I needed fresh air but couldn't locate the doorway, cold sweat pricked my forehead and my heart hammered in my chest. I felt drunk and staggered as I arose, but suddenly Helega appeared at my side and held me steady.
Then, turning away from me, the fiddler slowed his playing... and I breathed again.