[Billy Yank]

Michael had been walking since just before sunrise, and now the daylight was streaming down through the trees. He had plenty of time to reach the Festhall of the Goddess before the Great Feast began, so he was taking his time through the lovely forest that surrounded him. He looked quite out of place in his shockingly bright tunic of pink and yellow over a suit of studded leather armor. He was armed with a simple looking club.

As the day brighted around him, he began whistling, then he pulled his recorder from its sheath on his belt and began to play a jaunty walking tune. He noticed that he was nearing a clearing in the wood.