The sudden shift in the girl's attention was puzzling, but it gave him time to think about his situation.  She'd given him a bit more of the world outside his home - a bit more that he could work with.  As she sang, he thought about when he had first heard the caravan.  He hadn't been close enough to hear them talking, but the flute's voice had carried through the forest.  He had curled outside the fire- and torch-lights and listened to a human make noises like a bird, only far more varied.<br/><br/>A disturbance from just in front of them revealed that not<em>all</em>the humans had such a fondness for those sounds - but then the music-maker had asked for more requests.  Naturally, he did not know the vast repertoire of songs that bards could draw on, but he couldn't believe that the angry man liked none of them!<br/><br/>"Surely, Oberon's Path can enjoy song, aye?" he queried, directing his attention to the man in the metal wagon.  "Tunes the fair will hear and understand?"<br/>