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The soft notes of music filtered through the forest. A girl seated on a fallen log, was piping on her reed flute, the music giving her comfort. She had stopped for the night in what she thought was just an old forest, but something gave her the chills. Lassiel stopped playing briefly glanced around, was that voices she heard? Just calm down, no ones out there. It just you, all alone, in this big creepy forest. She set the flute back to her lips, the melody this time was full of sadness.

Lassiel changed the tune on her flute, the moths that had been flying around her now danced in patterns. She smiled to herself, moths where the best dancers of all the insects, besides the dragonflies. Ah, the dragonflies of Ithilien, now they were true masters. Lassiel forgot her fear of the forest for a while, lost in her own thoughts about dragonflies. A moment later she switched the tune to something that would call dragonflies, but she knew it was pointless, she hadn't seen any in ages. Lassiel sighed and stopped piping, the moths fickered around her head for a moment and then dispersed, thier wings gleaming in the moonlight.

"I'm not entirely sure. Some sort of pipes but I've never heard anything quite like it. The tune or the instrument." She considered for a moment. "I am guessing it is a human performer, but a very talented one." She pointed to the north-east. "Over that way somewhere."

Van had stirred in the indgridents and watched them talk about the music. His hearing was dampered from a few fights and orc rally parties, so he didnt hear anything. 'Well, we could go check.' Van offered. 'If theyre human then they'll probably be freindly. Besides, I dont think this is the place for any race to be alone in' he said. looking down he added, 'Stew should be done in about 15 minuits.'

Lassiel sniffed the breeze, was that food she smelt cooking? Stumbling forward through the wood with her nose as a guide, she headed in the direction of the cooking food. "If it be a trapp to catch innocent travelers, or if its just trickery of the forest, at least I would have died happy. But how can one fake the delcious aroma of herbs all in a pot?" She gave a slight scream as she nearly fell into a campfire, figures outside the ring of light, moved towards her. She groaned slightly, she knew it must be a trap now. "If your gonna eat me, do it quickly." she said in an overly dramatic voice. Lassiel closed her eyes and waited for the death blow to come.

Lassiel stood and gave a dofted her cap. "Lassiel at yer service, Sah! Wandering minstrel extrodniare, but most people call me Leaf." She bowed and flourished the cap, which she proptly put back on her head.

"And I am Sila, Elven Archer of Greenwood the great, in these dark times called Mirkwood." She said, giving her full introduction. "It is a pleasure to meet you, miss Leaf."