Yalanilue frowns when she suddenly doesn’t hear anybody. She looks behind her and huffs. “Shit.” She groans and turns her horse around, frowning when she finds a discarded lute on the path in her search for the others. “You could’ve told me you know. And I’m not cleaning the roads after the lot of you, especially the human. Do any of you know how to cook?” Her eyes brighten a little at the thought of using her magic.