Dallas made her way through the Sleeping Moor behind Logue. She hired him to come with her on this journey just to be safe. She honestly wanted to go alone, but The Sleeping Moor was so vast that even if she had visited the place numerous times, with help, she still didn't know all the dangers that lurked here. And two sets of eyes were better than one.

But it was alright. She liked Logue, he was nice company to have. 

While walking she came across a particular bit of ruins she hadn't seen before, and coming closer to it she found something else. It was a worn and torn old, maybe even ancient, drum. It lay forgotten amongst the ruins. Curious, she tapped her hoof against it. She wondered what kind of sound it would've made before it got so damaged. "Hey Logue, have you ever found any intact drums here?" She piped up after observing the drum. 

"Not really... why?" He answered back somewhere behind her, but after he answered he came towards Dallas. 

"I found this old drum, and it just made me wonder..." She said, She looked at Logue and then back at the drum. "Do you think we can look for one?". 

"Sure i guess." Logue said a little surprised but didn't mind.

And so they looked for a drum that wasn't torn up, or at least repairable. But by the time they had to go back, they hadn't found any.