Jason heard what they were saying over the bard's lute playing and rubbed his forehead and sped up the pace to draw closer to join. "Heroes in front? Maybe those heroes that WANT to get ambushed by gods-know-what." He commented, pulling his hood up again to muffle the bard's playing. He hated bards after a night of drinking with his dwarven buddies in Neverwinter; they never knew when to shut up and let people nurse their headaches/hangovers in peace.  But he did have to admit she had a good voice at least and it didn't make him feel worse.<br/><br/>He paid zero attention to the way Beatrix walked though, thinking it was purely for show and anyone approaching her would likely find out how hard she could hit someone. "I hope it's not too long." he muttered.