Donovan waited in the line with Rita, but Pakuna slipped away. He noticed an abandoned harp in the corner of the room, probably from the NPC musical group that should play in the inn. Noting the atmosphere, the cheerlessness of it, he went over to the instrument. 

He didn't even know if he could play if, but he would try. Setting himself down, he began to play. Pakuna had a natural artistic talent, and within moments, he had a good tune. He hoped to make a happier atmosphere.

Donovan nodded as Rita said they had a room, deciding not to ask how. Anything that helped them, he wouldn't question. He detested waiting in line, but would do so. They did need to rest and food would be nice. As Pakuna started playing the harp, Donovan watched him. He was sure that wasn't normal, to be able to play the harp well like that. He wondered what had happened to the band.

He looked around at the crowd as well, as they moved up the line. [b]"we have to be something these people Can look up to. A hope"[/b] he said, [b]"we have to show them that we can get them out of this"[/b] he spoke softly for him, his eyes determined.