<strong>Character:</strong>Abera<br/><hr/>Abera focused upon the sound of this life. Whatever it was, it had a rather distinct rhythm, and that was always a source of interest for her. She had long since grown skilled in picking out the sounds of things of note.<br/><br/>In a village she had visited once, a storyteller was accompanied by a drum, a great thing made from the skin of some dead beast of size. The storyteller told the story, but so did the drum and its rhythm.<br/>She wobdered as to what story that which she heard might tell.<br/><br/>Keeping to her path, she hurried, though catiously, towards the source of the noise, careful to ensure she did not go too far and expose her presence to it.