Amidst all the fighting, the stories, and the comings and goings of people he had never seen before, yet were familiar with the rest of what seemed to be a group of adventurers, Ingoleth got bored paying attention to such childish concepts and pulled out his flute, playing a silent, calming tune akin to an old lullaby that reminded him of Automn. Soon enough, he was lost in his own melody, his eyes closed and unconsciously creating illusions of falling maple leaves drifting in an imaginary wind.

Dix was the complete opposite, floating around the entire place excitedly, taking in the sight of chaos' purest form, a good'ol bar argument. She really hoped this escalated further...


When he felt a change in atmosphere, Ingoleth stopped playing and opened his eyes only to be greeted with a single winged Bidzil. Rubbing his eyes and taking another look, he was pleasantly surprised to see that it wasnt a trick of the light, and whoever that man was, had already caught Ingoleth's attention. He holstered his flute and stood, [color=007236]"I know not your name nor your task, but im willing to accompany you and help out with your task for one simple reason. No other bard will ever compete with a tale such as this one, let alone witness it!"[/color]

He then turned his attention to Kallen who was trying to offer a peach to the tinker inside its tinker vase cave. [color=007236]"Speaking of the Tinker... i say we keep it. A single stroll around Portea and i could provide all the materials it could ever dream of. Things are cheap, talent is expensive. It didnt steal anything of sentimental value, did it?"[/color]