Meanwhile, the Balladeer is making absolutely no effort to be quiet as he tromps through the Ramble. He doesn't have an instrument on him for once; he's just wandering the woods alone. For lack of any other clues, he's basically just picked a random direction off the path and stuck to it. He'll know how to get back, he thinks, if he ever happens to find Greta.
And that's a big if. He's kept his phone out, and keeps checking it every now and then, but there's still no new messages. Probably for the best, considering how that conversation went, but...it'd be nice to hear something.
The sound of voices stops him short, and he pauses, listening for a moment before heading in that direction. "Greta?"
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Meanwhile, the Balladeer is making absolutely no effort to be quiet as he tromps through the Ramble. He doesn't have an instrument on him for once; he's just wandering the woods alone. For lack of any other clues, he's basically just picked a random direction off the path and stuck to it. He'll know how to get back, he thinks, if he ever happens to find Greta.
And that's a big if. He's kept his phone out, and keeps checking it every now and then, but there's still no new messages. Probably for the best, considering how that conversation went, but...it'd be nice to hear something.
The sound of voices stops him short, and he pauses, listening for a moment before heading in that direction. "Greta?"