Briefly, Cadence felt concerned that perhaps the dwarves were opposed to the travellers, herself included, sitting down near them to rest, but, after a second, her fears were alleviated. One dwarf began to sing, and the other played an instrument. The song was fascinating – one she hadn’t heard, and she enjoyed as they sang through the lyrics. She watched, not too blatantly, but avidly, for the entire song. It was of the rougher sort, but the dwarves seemed very enthusiastic to be singing it. Likely, she thought, it was from their homeland. Those were the most interesting songs to her. When someone sings a song from their homeland, they know the ins and outs of the stories and meanings behind the lyrics. Sometimes, an elder might have actually experienced the events. Those were her favourite conversations.

	She became enthralled by the rough song until its end. Perhaps not the most elegant of songs, it had just as much value to her. As it ended, her attention was drawn by what appeared to be a Drabarian eating an [i]entire[/i] chicken. She blinked at the scene for a second, and tried to imagine eating that much food herself, before glancing around the Cairn again. 

	She was beginning to feel the energy returning to her limbs. The bard stretched her neck, hearing a relieving [i]crack[/i]. She pulled herself up to sit on the log properly, instead of leaning against it, and began sorting her stuff into place to start moving around again. She secured her lute to her sack before carefully swinging it onto her back. Her ash brown hair, which was pinned up before, got caught on her pack and pulled down. Cadence reached back to pull it over her shoulder, one large braid tumbling down the front of her body. She pulled up her hood, obscuring herself slightly. 

	As she looked around, the fortune teller she had noticed when arriving at the Cairn. Before, she had just wanted to rest, but now, she was considering following through to sate her curiosity. She noticed that another woman, who she could just barely see through her hood, was moving over to meet the fortune teller. While she didn’t want to disturb the two while they talked, she also couldn’t help but wonder about what she would tell the other woman as well as what she might tell herself. Deciding to move towards the two, she began to walk across the hillside, her sturdy boots comfortable on her feet.