<em>Jingle Jingle</em><br/><br/>He was fond of the tinkling of the bells and had taken up a position a short distance from the branded thief, his dark eyes flicking occasionally to the male then back toward the forest track. Truthfully he wasn't much of a fighter; Artemis was a wandering bard and occasionally caressed the silver flute at his hip as leather boots trod the way. He had accompanied the caravan as a way of safely reaching the great city but his companions gave him pause.<br/><br/>A thief and a priest that he was aware of... One not to be trusted and the other likely sworn to a life of no violence. Hopefully nothing would go wrong... Still, a spot of conversation wouldn't hurt.<br/><br/>He smiled and flicked back shoulder-length black hair, clearing his throat and speaking clearly enough for all parties to hear. "Who fancies a bit of a tune? Can make any journey go faster, I'd warrant." He winked charmingly to any who looked his way, tapping his flute gently.