Duster had taken a break from the festivities - hour nonstop hours of bass and concertina was bad for the arms and hands. How many years had it been since he took a quiet walk at night, discounting the time he was in stasis? He had almost forgotten how a quiet it could be only a few streets away from the main festivities. It may not have been the forest, but the effect was there.

He found himself wandering towards the statues of the four heroes. Unsurprising, being one of the largest landmarks in the city, but if he is going to leave in a month, he should etch the faces of those that sacrificed their lives. A small song played in the back of his head, a light tune that came out when he was walking alone.

Another song mixed with the imaginary one, and eventually overpowered it. Someone was singing by the statures. He sneaked around the base until he could see a humanoid shape and waiting if it would continue singing.