A little further into the tunnels, Bridge was sitting on a rock formation, tuning his guitar a bit as he tried to think of a new song. Different tunes and melodies floated in his mind, but he was having trouble focusing on one or trying to piece any of them together. Cantus had suggested taking a walk to clear his mind, but so far he wasn't having any luck.

As he started idly plucking at the guitar strings, though, he caught the sound of singing echoing in the cave walls. It didn't sound like any of the other minstrels, though. So, curiosity getting the better of him, he climbed down from the rocks and followed where he thought the voice was coming from.