An uneventul trip preceded a rather pleasant stay at the Lake of the Moon. Although many saw the elves as a bunch of pompous, out of touch fools, Sonorien couldn't say he shared that sentiment. He had been around these waters before and he had always made it a point to visit the haven for the strange and unusual that did not find a place anywhere else in the world. One of the crew had woken up almost immediately and nearly put an arrow into Erts' head before he began to talk some sense into her. Though he did have a little bit of help from the siren's faint humming, his voice's soothing emanations drumming up feelings of trust and placidity. Of course as he piloted the ship, the spell could not be continued, he kept an eye on her through sidelong glances. Though he almost felt hurt, he couldn't blame her. If she had any knowledge of what she was riding with, she would probably think him ready to eat each of her sleeping crewmates. Luckily she was only half-right in that regard, the thoughts of their bodies never left his head. The horned lass in skimpy clothing and the twisted, corrupted-looking elf were most alluring to him, exotic fruits he had never seen, not to mention held.<br/><br/>Although he volunteered to held unload the sleeping crewmates, he was only allowed to carry the only male of the group, a Vulpari. Even the elves suspected him of having a darker agenda and they were more than right. A predatory hunger had settled in his gut and the moment he was free to do as he pleased, he went to the inn they were providing for the group and proceeded to have his way with the first female he came across, a human girl that couldn't have been at the Lake for more than a week. Unfortunately for her, she became victim to the days of lust he had been forced to bottle up on the ship and by the time the sun began to shine on the lake again, her worn breathing, torn clothes, and darkening bruises on the neck were the only clues to last night's gauntlet.<br/><br/>The rest of his days at the Lake were spent in or around the inn.<br/><br/>On this day, Sonorien descended the stairs carrying a ghastly-looking instrument in his hands before he sat down on a stool and leaned back against the wall. Generally shaped like a lute, it was made of pearly white bone. The body was carved and pieced together from large pieces of bone from several large ocean creatures and neatly wrapped by what looked to be a whole ribcage. The neck of the instrument was a thick spine topped by a horrifying skull, its jaws lined with neat fangs that locked in around another like a mesh. If one could catch the faint glimmer of teeth between his smiling lips, they would see the resemblance. Besides its appearance though was the notable lack of strings until he positioned the instrument on his lap and made a strumming motion. As his hand passed by, blue strings seemed to flash into existence under his fingers, emanating a calming and deep sound that caught the attention of all in the room. As he began to strum a calming little number, he looked at the bar to see the crewmember that could probably put an arrow between his eyes in a blink. Looking for their eyes to meet, a closed smile spread on his face. It was an attempt to be friendly, possibly more, but to some it could have easily been interpreted as menacing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>