Raobehr frowned and banged the tuning fork against his knee one more time. He held it to his ear and then plucked a string on his harp. This was not precisely second nature to him yet, but he was pleased with how much better he was at it now than when he had first journeyed to the Hall to try to win their approval.
He was not surprised that Kethwin wanted to see him. He would not be the first future-man to be skeptical about his qualifications. Raobehr wished he had studied music more, but how could he have predicted just how much the practice of musical mnemonics would consume the totality of academia and education after so many centuries?
Raobehr knew he was lucky that they had managed to preserve continuity in the language as well as they had since his present, and he knew that was in large part due to the music and the rhyming structures of the songs. But just because it made sense and was useful did not mean that he had predicted it or that it was easy to learn from scratch.
Well, he was going to show Kethwin just as he did the master Harpers, that he had learned enough of contemporary pedagogy to be considered proficient enough to be recognized as an educator in his own right. He placed the harp into its case and strode down the corridor to the office space now allotted to Kethwin and knocked on the door.
"Good day, sir," he greeted the man, his voice quiet, but deep as it was, it had a tendency to carry anyway. He gave Kethwin the benefit of deference because he expected it would make him easier to win over. "You wanted to speak with me?"