[color=a0410d]Ishar the Bard[/color]

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Ishar listened to everyone at once, finding slight solace that he was among people that got along, seemingly, well. It was all very, very satisfying and he couldn't help but keep a slight smile on his face. Casually, he began strumming the lute that he had brought with him, hoping to aid in a bit of a calming tone for everyone. He did not plan to speak, just to play for everyone and hope they would continue on their merry way. Absolutely fantastic.

The bard loved to listen in on the various conversations, he loved the little speech that the inventor had done, everything. The sand was shifting as he walked over it, the desert opening up fully as they got further and further from the city. Ishar let out a sigh, not a sad one, but a happy one. His mood was too good to be truely saddened by anyone right now, unless they broke his flute. Though, no one wanted to fight among one another and he knew that one well.

His fingers continued to strum the lute, enchanting the air with the luxurious sound of calming music. Ishar did not wish to spoil the mood either, so he made no pause to the sounds he was making. Finding himself being slightly taken away in it as he looked around at the scenery. There was nothing but sand, however, it was the sand that everyone had known for their lives. With another happy with he went back to playing his music.