Severin's eyes were on the performing troupe. No matter how many times he had heard the same songs, they never got old for him. He enjoyed traveling with the strange troupe. More so because they were oddballs.
A bard who didn't sing sad songs. Two princes who were different from one another as night and day, despite being brothers and could pass for twins.
Three gnomes, his favorite members of the troupe, who behaved like children because they had been allowed to by their dungeon core. Severin had never paid attention to gnomes before.
Now, he found them fascinating.
Archie took lessons on his little lute with Gregory. He was so good with it; he did solos at the end of each performance. Basic things one would expect a child to play. Yet, the crowd went wild when he did so, for, he, too, danced to his own tune as he played.