Okay then... I'll leave it to you.

Her "song" was filled with even stronger mana than when I had heard it that time on the mountain, as the peaceful melody resonated throughout the room.

While there were no words, the melody suggested that this was merely a single measure of a much longer song. If the peddler listens to it, he might be able to glean some information about her birthplace from it. After a number of attempts, I was finally able to get the stone to reproduce the sound.