[Sieglinde hadn't been raised to dismiss the value in songs, legends, and books. Drawn by the sound of music, she makes her way painstakingly to the loose circle gathered around the minstrel, taking the chance to clamber awkwardly on to a bench to listen.
But she isn't trying to enjoy the music, she's trying to listen to the words- there's a lot of value in words and stories.
Once the song ends, though, she claps, waiting for the group's cheers to die slightly before she calls out,]
humans
But she isn't trying to enjoy the music, she's trying to listen to the words- there's a lot of value in words and stories.
Once the song ends, though, she claps, waiting for the group's cheers to die slightly before she calls out,]
Do you have any more songs of the goblins?
[For, uh, the crowd, of course.]