<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Rhuardh-portrait.png) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Rhuardh-portrait.png)</div>Those in the cavern would hear Rhuardh's singing grow louder as he approached, although his voice was also gradually growing more hoarse as his throat grew dry. It would still have some small effect on all of them, perhaps making them a little less combative than they might have been. When he arrived in the cavern, just as Darius introduced himself, he was initially heedless of all the other people there, making a beeline for the little underground stream. He drank deeply of the waters and splashed them on his face, their cold soothing his parched throat and doing much to alleviate his hangover headache. It was only then that he would notice that there were others in the cavern.<br/><br/>"Oh, excuse me..." he said, as he drew himself up. "It seems I'm not the only one in this predicament." He took stock of the others in the room. A blond-haired young woman who looked vaguely familiar, perhaps she too might have some very faint recognition of him as the elvish bard who on occasion would visit her family's inn when she was a child. A grim-faced half-elf. A dark-haired, scarred, and dirty young man with a feral gleam in his eye. A red-haired fellow who seemed somewhat spooked. A noble-looking blond-haired young man trying to work a flint knife to the tip of his staff. "I am Rhuardh, a bard of the Northlands. Do any of you know what is going on?"