A grin split Mayspeak's face, gleeful and wicked as not only the bard began the tune but one of the others broke into song. He shook his staff in pace with the tune - could he carry a tune he would have joined in singing but his mongrel's howl of a singing voice was only for the very drunk to appreciate. Still, he did like music, for all it alluded him. When the tune tapered off and there was no more, the thief whistled his approval in his coarse, lower city manner. "That's the stuff. Few more of those and we'll all be prancing along." He looked up the line, hoping the song hadn't caught the attention of the guardsmen or, gods forbid, his 'master'. A few faces had turned back towards the tail end of the caravan, but most were focused on the task of putting one foot before another. Though there was a someone who had stopped still, a tall someone.<br/><br/>"If you have breath enough, play something else," he asked the youth, smacking a snuffling ox on its rump to hurry it along, the bells clashing discordantly.