Fanlomen keeps an eye over the antsy villagers. He couldn't help but feel at least a little pity for them. Being rounded up and told to stay in one place like this. No doubt several rumors of what was going on or why had made the rounds over the course of the day. The elf was reminded of a phrase that he had heard from a brother in the Shepherds of the Wild. 'One person is a reasonable, capable individual. A group of people is the most distrustful, paranoid entity you can ever cross.' From what Fanlomen had observed so far, these people were no different.

He had no authority here, and he had no reservations that the people here wouldn't trust an outsider's words, no matter what he said. So he attempted to use the only strategem that he had seen work so far. His singing voice hardly carried the Chief's booming authority and clarity, but Fanlomen was no stranger to quite a few hymns that the worshippers of the Green Faith generally agreed on. It was awkward singing this one in Common instead of his preferred Elvish, but he hoped at least some of the villagers would share his piety. It was a song for hunters, truly, but it taught that life was simpler when people banded together. Perhaps it would reach the ears and minds of the villagers.

"A hunter walking on his own
Must watch the shadows' threat
When hound or hawk are with him
There is nowhere he can't tread

Keep together in the darkness
Tip your hat to Brother Toad
And the wilds will heed your footsteps
And the spirits avoid your road

The lone wolf's howl is mighty
Heard for miles upon the wind
But the pack, the many made into one
To its prey shall bring the end

Keep together in the darkness
Tip your hat to Brother Toad
And the wilds will heed your footsteps
And the spirits avoid your road

The way of prey is stay together
Hunters must force them apart
For when the herd can stand as once
They can face down any weather

Keep together in the darkness
Tip your hat to Brother Toad
And the wilds will heed your footsteps
And the spirits avoid your road"

It was up to the townspeople to join in now. There were more hymns he could sing, but he silently hoped the Chief would be back soon to placate his people.