Well things seemed to be going swimmingly. It was always pleasant to travel with a group who enjoyed his song and to have the notes lift up weary spirits. There was nothing more wonderful to a bard and his dark eyes littered happily as one of their number recognised the melody and sung the words rather beautifully. They had a good audience as even the lonely figure ahead of them seemed to pause to listen and the thief at his side smirked and whistled once the tune was over.<br/><br/>A flamboyant bow was the response and Artemis winked towards the woman who regaled them with lyrics. "Such a songstress we have! We're a lucky group..." He tilted his head towards Mayspeak as the man requested another, cleaning his throat with a small huff. "A bard always has breath enough for his activity." He stated with a second, more roguish wink as his fingers played a little too intently over the flute before he again placed it to his lips.<br/><br/>It was then that something small and smelly struck his forehead and he blinked quickly, turning to the apple-thrower with a cautionary wave of his flute. "Now now, let's not be rude good Sir. Maybe you have a song you'd like to hear? We all have our favourites hmm?"<br/><br/>He strode towards the caravan to catch up to the apparently music-hater and boldly poked his cheek with the end of the silver instrument. "You can't be as grim as you look, surely?"