None of this will count as real-rp stuff

It was a bright and sunny day. The weather was perfect for a light cloak, no hat needed. That made Azh glad, as he was never fond of wearing hats. They always seemed to get in the way. He was supposed to be skulking about the woods, keeping a sharp eye out for unsuspecting victims. Or, really anyone who might wander into his territory. That was boring, though. Terribly so. Plus, in one of the nearby towns, they were having a minstrel play. A real minstrel! That had made up the assassin's mind. Calling his riding bull, Azh had "borrowed" some coins from one of his brothers and set out to hear this minstrel.

He was laying between Mok's wide horns, strumming idly on his lute as the bull made his way towards the town when the assassin called the creature to a halt. Well trained, Mok did as he was bid, glad for an excuse to nibble on some grass. Sliding off, Azh wandered off on foot, still playing the lute and occasionally singing an accompanying tune. The bull trailed along behind, taking his time, picking at choice bits of grass along the way.

Twitching her nose, Furnas heard the trills of a Lute. Tikar growled. Hushing the hellbeast with a gesture of her hand, Furnas placed the pot of organs that she was carrying on the floor. Obscuring her face with a hood, she peered through the bloodstained window. (she's in the Tribute Room)

(please refrain from pinging me. I find it irritating in things not time sensitive or official site announcements. Also, I must not have been too clear in my post, my character is still not close to the town, hence why his riding beast is picking away at grass. Unless your character has enhanced hearing, it is highly unlikely she would be able to hear mine as yet.)

Blizzard flicks her ears as she pads silently away from town and the promise of horrible noises that the humans seem to like. A few moments pass before Blizzard walks silently past Azh. She stops to greet Mok, though he probably didn't understand wolf-speak.