Bellamy stopped playing long enough to give an excited little squeak as she caught sight of the stranger's instrument, reaching out to tug on Marric's fur.  â€œLook!â€  She insisted, nodding in the direction of interest, â€œhe's a bard, too!â€<br/><br/>â€œHow exciting.â€  Marric intoned, not sounding excited at all.  Despite his protests, he'd now nearly finished his stew.<br/><br/>â€œWant another?â€  Bellamy beamed widely, snatching up Marric's bowl as he finished the last bite.  She was clearly looking for an excuse to wander closer to her new curiosity, and they both knew it.<br/><br/>â€œNoâ€”â€œ the wolf tried to protest, both the stew and the exploration, but Bellamy had leaped lightly off her perch and was already halfway across the room to the bar.<br/><br/>Marric laid his ears back in slight irritation and turned his attention to the stranger who had so enthralled the young dwarf.  Absently licking the last remnants of sauce from his lips, he didn't bother to hide his suspicion as he glared daggers at the man.  He was naturally wary of anyone with whom Bellamy became infatuated; in their travels it was more likely they'd come across a cutthroat or brigand than any truly good soul, and he seemed to be the only one concerned with this.  He was determined not to let the young creature get herself into any more trouble than he preventâ€”more than the usual, in any case.  After all, she'd shown especially bad taste in befriending<span style="font-style: italic">him</span>.  What was to say she wouldn't make the same mistake again?<br/><br/>Almost like clockwork, the dwarf returned from the bar with a new helping of that wretched human meat-stuff, and meandered strategically near that stranger's resting place.<br/><br/>Marric couldn't help flicking his tail in irritation at this predictable act on the dwarf's part, or the soft growl that came out under his breath.  Through great concentration of will, he remained seated, but his dark yellow gaze never strayed from the pair.<br/><br/>â€œPardon, good sir.â€  Bellamy beamed at the stranger, her curiosity getting the better of her.  She hadn't meant to bother the man; she'd wanted only a closer look at the strange instrument on the table as she'd passed, but that had only sparked her interest further.  â€œWhat is the name of your instrument?  I've never seen anything like it before.â€