The bard was the quietest one of the group, hanging behind Aletta as she quietly wrote and doodled, her pen never seeming to become still. She kept an eye on the others, seeming to be inconspicuously sizing them up for a portrait. Otherwise, she joined the others in just poking around, looking for something interesting or informative.<br/>As the women looked around the town, the eerie quiet persisted. Even any sounds they made were quickly swallowed up without any echoes. Inside houses, tables and beds had been crusted over with vegetation, vines and roots, but there was no suggestion of violence. It was as if whoever had been here had simply left in the middle of whatever they were doing, or had vanished so abruptly they might as well have been swallowed into the earth.<br/><br/>It wasn't until the lack of clues was starting to become frustrating that the party would notice that Delaine seemed to have wandered off. At the same time, one or more of them might glimpse a figure peering out at them from behind a house--too deep in shadow to make out any details, but appearing female, with long hair. A faint gasp came from her, the noise almost shockingly loud in the hushed silence, and she ran inside the house.