Trotting through the Moor were two coursers. Both on high alert as per usual. It wasn’t safe to let your guard down after all. There were too many dangers and too many odd things that you needed to watch out for. And sometimes, some stuff just caught caught your attention. There was so much history and so many things left within the walls of the dungeon. There was so much to find here.

Before them was a small, broken drum. It’s purple pain peeling off and the skin of the drum was broken. The two coursers came to a stop, curiously inspecting it.

“What do you think that is?” Phoebe spoke, curious as to the odd object.

“It looks like an instrument. A drum. I’ve seen one being played before, but some of the spectors that are about.” Valentino spoke. “Some of the other merchants have found some in tact before too. They’re used to make music.”

“Oh, interesting. I wonder what it sounds like.” Phoebe said with a hum.

“It sounds like… a deep thud, kinda. I find it hard to explain, thinking about it. Thud isn’t the right word… but it’s the closest I can think of.” He hummed and looked to her. “Come by the Merchant’s Guild and perhaps we can play something for you.” Valentino said as he started walking again, not seeing use in gathering a damaged object like that.

“I’d like that. Perhaps I will!” And with that, they were off on their way again.