A black and white blur flies past the food stands. Hamel snags a cider mug and some pastries before settling in a tree, leaning lazily against the trunk. He's come to know Maglor's elven music, but he isn't very familiar with renaissance music. They mesh together surprisingly well though, and he enjoys listening. The limericks are a nice touch, though he mishears them more often than not.

"That one sounded pretty lewd."