Meanwhile, at the shore...<br/><br/>The Demons had laid anchor at the docks, rain began pelting their already soaked bodies, their gray skin looking ghostly in the low light.<br/><br/>The captain drew himself up, filled his lungs (which also puffed out his chest), and began shouting orders. "Fan out! Search every street and building, even houses! We must bring that home with us."<br/><br/>There was an almost unanimous, "Aye, aye," in answer, and the Demons rushed in groups running to different streets and a group of six started down the beach. The fat rain drops began to fall even more heavily. The humans with merchant stalls were all under the roof, some grabbing blankets to help shield them from the howling wind. No one was on the street or the beach now.<br/><br/>The captain surveyed the scene, listening to the chaotic crashes from the ocean and swaying with his ship. The first mate appeared near his shoulder.<br/><br/>"Shall we join them?" the first mate asked.<br/><br/>"Nay. We will wait and rush off once the location of the object is known," the captain replied. His dark eyes narrowed as he continued to survey the port city from the deck of the ship.<br/><br/>****<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">At the mention of ships, Morys was sure that his face had gone as pale as a sheet.<br/><br/>When the second song began, Morys had felt he shouldn't be able to recognize it, and yet the words seemed to fill his head. He would have contemplated this, but his food was placed in front of him, and he began eating with gusto. He barely noticed a young red-headed woman appearing on his opposite side of the Peripomad, speaking briefly with the barkeeper, before disappearing again.<br/><br/>Morys swayed a little to the beat in between bites. The music was upbeat and bubbly and pushed ships and sea travel out of his mind.<br/><br/>Morys chewed and swallowed a bite of his stew, and turned to the Peripomad again. "Does this song," he chuckled and started again. "Does this song make you want to laugh and sing along?"</span><br/><br/>****<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">Tii recognized the song immediately, but found it a little odd that the lyrics came to her mind in her own language as well as in common. Not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, TiiLiiqia drummed the table with her fingers with the beat. She tossed a few silver at his feet this time. Tii was enjoying the song, though she could not explain even to herself why she liked it so much. Hopefully, if anyone else was paying attention to her, they would think her a wealthy local.<br/><br/>Tii's Elven ears caught the sound of rain belting the inn's roof. The sound was a faint drumming and seemed to work with the lute to make such beautiful music. The wind howled intermittently, sometimes strong enough to cause the windows to rattle.</span>