"Huh...This is not exactly what I had in mind for investigation." The gentleman sat on a conveniently placed tree stump. "Too many people always attract undue attention, and those who might have some good information may be scared off."

"By the way," Ace , one of the newest member of their group, added on. "I know it might not be a physical item exactly, but maybe it's some old time-y music box. Because I don't think tech here is like where we live. And that is one way to look for music after all." 

"...its not a music box.." Mado spoke in a low voice, more to herself than to the others with some words inaudible, and thus hard to make out. "...the throat of the sirens...cage them, and make them sing....rip out their vocal cords if they refuse..."

New people... More of the new people... Which of the two will survive, if at all? What fate will her burden bring upon them? Most probably a watery one considering the proximity and size of the lake, plus a demented yodeler somewhere in the water. Mado had not bothered to even memorize their name. Worthless information should they only last a few hours.

"...make them scream... sooner or later the song will come...."