Dragoncrest Cliffs they're singing along with the banjo

Now that they’ve moved on from the sound wolves, and on to pleasantries, Thuringwethil has little desire to hang around. Prince has already begun to turn away when the majority of the problems came to a close. Itching to be alone, or at least away from Dio, she smiles tensely and shuffles her footing to go. She gives him a dismissive nod, assuming he understands the need, and departs from her wocha.