Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20180620165747/@comment-25828117-20180626224901

Suba followed the tune to a tree. An old elven oak. Probably older than most buildings on this island.

From its thick branches she could spot two naked feet, dangling. The rest of the character was obscured from her view.

The fluteplayer didn't seem to take notice of the girl though, continuing to play his slow almost mesmerizing tune.