At the same time as every one else in the inn, Xholkrox turned to listen to the T'Skrang troubadour as he stared to weave his tales in song. Each one performed perfectly or so it appeared to his ears, yet there was something missing, something that only Ari could provide. The warm familiarity of her voice was like a blanket to him when she sang, her dulcet tones moved him beyond words as her melodies rang out through the inn, there was none of that with the minstrel, his voice was perfectly tones, his inflexions and phrase just right but his words didn't comfort the young T'Skrang the way his friends did.<br/><br/>His eyes lit up as the first stanzer of 'The old man of the nets' rang out, it was one of Xholkrox's favourites, he knew the words off by heart and sang along quietly. His voice  only rising in volume slightly as the chorus came along, dieing down again on the verses. As the last notes drifted through the inn he turned back to his friends around the table, the conversation about going fishing already progressing, with his eyes alight, he joined in readily, eager to have some time with the girls so that they could share tales and japes, rib each other and generally forget their responsibilities.<br/><br/>"I could show you all how the T'Skrang catch fish" he said with a smile, his lips curling exposing his sharp teeth and long forked tongue "Of course we'd  all have to be naked to do it properly and there's no point in doing it if it's not done right" looking from one to the other the young T'Skrangs eye twinkled as he added "You can all swim can't you?" of course he knew that answer to that question, he had grown up with them and knew just how ell each of them could travel in the water.