Neverwinter Forest On some level, food knows its' food.

Belharra had been referring to loners, but a wide grin crossed her features as Mal teased her about packmates. Well, Neverwinter was an easygoing and fun bunch, they'd be easy to cajol into doing whatever, right?

Right.

Mal kept quiet for a beat, maybe processing what Belharra had said. She waited patiently, the grin still wide. Oh, he was going to learn one way or another, about her singing... and since he hadn't exactly forbidden it...

One thing about Belharra: her pipes were good, her songs tuneful, but the hangup was her subject matter was often equal parts grossly enthralling and equal parts just plain gross. She sang about some real crude things.

"'Kay, well, here goes." She cleared her throat and sat back, wiggling her bum into the dirt to make for an extra comfy sitting spot.

"The Ballad Of Tin-Tam The Frog."

Into full belted, upbeat song Belharra went -

"Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam on the pine
Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, croaks along jus' fine
Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, crooning up all day
Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, won't ye come an' play?

Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam sitting on the log
Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, the green tree frog
Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, ne'er saw the hawk
Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, gone wit naught a squawk

Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, swallowed in one bite,
Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, hollerin' up a fright,
Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, darkness closing in
Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, fightin' from within

Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, kicking up a storm
Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, wriggly as a worm
Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, crawled right out ze throat
Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, leapin' like a goat

Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, fell three hundred feet
Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, risin' ground did meet
Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, landed wit a SPLAT
Tin-Tam, Tin-Tam, now he's green an' FLAT."

Belharra finished with a rowdy grin, a deep bow taken as she waited for Mal's enthused applause.