Everyone appeared so taboo and to Mel, everyone looked so fascinating. Certainly she would have to pick everyone's brain later when she got the chance but nothing compared to the interest she had in the musician, or a bard as the bartender called him. Music was absolutely the rarest of things for someone who lived secluded and she only managed to hear a trickle of music whenever passing a nearby city or other traveling musician. But from what little she heard, music became her passion. She probably couldn't tell instruments apart, identify the musical piece, or probably couldn't sing or play if her life depended on it, but music sounded divine to her. Even an amateur could woo her. 

Mel couldn't help it, curiosity and excitement ate at her as she stood there listening to the babble of the other people. Her gaze was locked on the musician as she could only imagine what music he could produce. How do you go about making music? It just occurred to her that she had never actually seen anyone producing music. It was never explained by her father, and the few books she had read mentioned nothing about it. She only knew that it was some baseless melody and Was it magic? She had to know and now she could finally find out.

Mel crept around the table, passing by the conversation between another elf mage and that convict, a term she had little knowledge of. She'd have to inquire about that later. As well, she stepped past the silver haired lady who was gesturing something. Another thing she was curious about, gestures. She didn't really know any, not even a wink. In fact, most glares, gazes, scoffs, and the like, good or bad, that were aimed at her concerning lack of clothing all went unnoticed by Mel. She just didn't notice it and thought it was completely normal as she continued to shuffle past the congregated people. Her bare feet lightly stepped on the wooden floor, which didn't even make a thump on contact. 

Finally, the bard was within reach. She reached out and gently tugged at the bard's right ear. The moment he turned his gaze towards her, if he turned towards her, she would remove the hand and finally ask at least a century old curiosity of hers. "You. You play the music? I really, really want to hear it." Her eyes shined with excitement and her voice even wavered with a bit of nervousness as she asked. A big, goofy grin formed on her face as she waited for half-elf's response. His human qualities were apparent this close but at a distance he could pass as an elf, save for the height, to which Mel had to look up to meet his eyes.