<span style="font-style: italic">"Are you, are you, coming to the tree, they strung up a man who say he murdered three...strange things did happen here no stranger would it be, if we met at midnight in the hanging tree...Are you, are you, coming to the tree? Where a dead man called out...for his love to flee...strange things did happen here no stranger would it be if we met at midnight in the hanging tree",</span>Sequoia's voice sang out to herself flute in her hands as she played the tune. It was a song she had learned not long ago but it was so simple that she grew to love it quite well.<br/><br/>She had been going on like this for months now, playing her music and traveling the world, she had come across many dangers and interesting cultures but with her quick thinking escaped every time. She was no heading to the nearest kingdom not far ahead, she wasn't sure of its name, but only hoped to find interesting people and maybe make some extra money. If not for her singing and music, but for her other talents as wells,<span style="font-style: italic">"Are you, are you, coming to the tree? Coming to the tree? Where I told you to run? So that we'd both be free? Strange things did happen here no stranger would it be, if we met, at midnight in the hanging tree."</span>