He knows not where she is, exactly, but feels a tug at his heart that pulls him south of freeport.Long battles in the passes of High Hold have left the weary Bard, Spyrit Darksong, tired and in need of a break. He decides to look in on his hearts joy.

He does not want her to know he is there, so as he enters the Oasi of Marr, he wraps a cloak of invisibilty of music around himself. This way he can observe her unnoticed.

He eventually finds her taking on a beastly Deepwater Caiman on a beach on the south side of the wastelands.He can see she is struggling to keep her voice and hands in sync as she strives to reach a higher standing in her perfession. Suddenly a missing note in her song and the creature sees it's chance. It lunges for her, but in a blink of an eye Spyrit is there to take the blow. The battle does not last long and soon the scaley creature lies dead at their feet.

He gazes down at her warmly,"so how fares it my dear? Was truely a mighty beast that you meant to slay." Nudging the carcass with his foot.

She shuffles her feet but will not look at him."I will never get anywhere like this! I am so far behind and it will take forever to reach your skill level. You must be so ashamed of me!"

Spyrit chuckles softly to himself and raises her chin with his chain mailed hand.He gazes into her eyes and sees a devotion and courage there that he has never seen in anyone else.

"It is whats in here,"he says patting his chest,"that makes a person. Not the skill of their songs. Why is it that you strive so hard and fast to increase your ranking?"

"I want to join you in your travels. I want to see what you see, hear what you hear, smell the things you smell!" She exclaims.

"You truely want these things? I tell you truthfully,I see your face , with all its beauty. I hear your voice call my name. I smell your hair, the way its smells when you are standing close to me in the dark Forests of Kithicor. These are the things that are improtant to me. Come take my hand I want to show you a duet." He reaches out his hand and she takes it in hers.

"Now dont think, let your heart keep the beat. Our bodies with be the instruments and our love the music".

They move closer together and soon the world is far below them. Twards the setting sun they race with the speed of thought. Their armor in their backpacks, their weapons dropped for the night, together they write a new song. A beautiful duet, no one but the two bards can hear.