A newcomer, a woman caught Belinda's attention.  And and a womanknew at least one of the other two who had caught her attention.  She didn't seem to be a soldier, wasn't dressed like a priest.  A sorceress?  No.  Belle faded back into the crowd a pace or two.  Something about her, the way she was dressed, that thing on her back, what?.  She felt a chill.  A bard?  A true bard?  Hopefully just a mundane troubadour or minstrel.    A bard, someone who might actually pay attention to what her eyes were seeing, her ears were hearing.  And on who's side?  Bards were deceivers as well as story-tellers.<br/><br/>"Oh bloody hell."  She sighed