Entry #4

We take a pause on the road. The Musician stops by a pair of graves on road near V-. I notice whistles hanging from the rough hewn markers. They match the one around his neck in make and style. I let him take his time. It is good to remember the dead. M- says that remembering the dead makes us appreciate life more. But even in solemn moments like these there is information to be gained. The graves are different sizes, signifying different types of humanoid (one halfing/gnomish the other not). There are initials (YB & __). I should wait for a good time to learn the names of the corpses and their relation to the Musician. That could be good leverage. When I took a pause in my writing I noticed that when they caught the wind the whistles almost made a harmony, but they seemed to be missing a note. The rest of the day was uneventful.