Velxan continues to play his music hoping that someone will hear him. Mournful notes enter the ears of the wandering adventures. He sings a tale of deception, murder and betrayal to the travellers. The tale of his imprisonment and enslavement travels through the air like the birds on the wing, entering the ears of the warriors bringing tears to their eyes. Blood drips down his arms and legs as the shackles bite into his soft, dry skin. With the metal collar around his neck its hard to speak, lets alone yell. Deciding that this may be the only way to get their attention, Velxan continues to play his music with all his strength. The music from the magic of the music, lights up the entire forest like a large sun turning everything gold.  With every note that he plays he gets weaker and weaker. As he finishes the final note of his song, the forest echoes with his songs for all to hear. The forest sprites mix his musical notes with their magic so that it is in tune with nature. His sorrowful voice can be heard on the wind. While his music is all around them. Velxan collapses and goes unconcious. Held tightly in his closed hand is his flute!