For Twill, the dawn brought a rude awakening. He sighed at the ancient memory of his cocky and brash self of yesterday. How heady was the power of charisma! The feeling of control over that dark wizard had been a high point in his short life. But, what works in the spheres of Man may not work at all in the realm of Nature. The enraged Owl Bear seemed to not even hear his tunes; the a-rhythmic Gnolls cared little for his driving rhythms, and that disgusting blob… Yes, it was a dark dawn for Twill, flush with the knowledge of just how much of a naked city boy he is out here in the rough and tumble Vale of Eamon. His thoughts went out to his ever-wandering brother Arco Bell, the wild one. If anyone could, he would know how to influence these untamed intelligences. But, Twill reflected, the bardic craft only touches the civilized. Out here, I am a babe among…

A wolf circling the camp paused near the reflective Songspinner long enough to meet eyes, then continued it patrol, seeing nothing to fear. The Myrdonic Harmonizer began a low hum of its own accord, gently waking those of his companions that still slept.