[@Gareth]                          [b]Mable[/b]


	Mable could tell no one in the room knew her. A few people seemed to speak to each other with familiarity. Old friends out on a new adventure maybe. Mable stopped playing letting the mice run back to there hiding holds in piece. The man staring at them with disgust and curiosity caught her attention as she walked over. "Hello stranger, sorry for the mice. They are a little nervous around people and take some coxing out. My names Mable, I don't usually travel. I assumed that this though maybe be a story worth telling." 

The king would be by soon, but it did a person good to know more about her traveling companions. It would also help her write a better song for now the only song that came to mind was one of a grizzled warrior. Mable had a strange feeling from the softness in his face that may not be right.