Not believing his ears, the halfling didn't immediately comply. Bastard chose that moment to bite him, which spurred him into quickening his pace and beginning to sing in a panicked warble. Soon the whole troop were nervously joining in.

Drawn by the sound of the music, a figure on horseback came riding up the line. Reining in her horse alongside Elsa, Irene looked from the halflings to the wizard and back with an expression of indignant confusion.

<What is this?> she demanded - talking to Elsa, rather than the halflings. <Why are you letting them sing such things?>