Ekra smiled; she had a feeling the song would be well-received. It often was. The last note hung in the air even as the blacksmith spoke. More songs in the cemetery? ...she certainly couldn't object. She'd never been to a graveyard, but she did know about them and that they were quiet places of respect. So said certain traders and Deku scrubs at least. She'd have to keep quiet and, well, she certainly wasn't bad at that. Just keep herself busy looking for the melodies and stay out of trouble that way. The blacksmith seemed eager to go - he had already closed up his shop as Ekra pulled the Keaton mask back into place and had to jog to keep up with the giant man. 

The armored man was visible, and Ekra kept close to the blacksmith as they passed by to the gravestones. There seemed to be some people, none Ekra knew of course. She wandered among the tombstones, looking for anything resembling musical notes. Maybe they were in the windmill. Ask the blacksmith once he was ready..

Then she saw the moving shadow. Her eyes widened. Shadows didn't move on their own. Whatever made the shadows did that. She looked skyward first - no, sky was clear but for a few clouds. The blacksmith seemed to be alone, but there was something there... She pulled out one of the throwing knives. Well, now seemed a good a time as any to try. Her target was a bit low, so hopefully it'd reach and not hit the man. She took a deep breath and flun the knife at the shadow's hand as best as she could. She didn't know where else to aim. There just wasn't anything there.