The guard unchained me from the wall and I followed him out into a courtyard. He had a uniform of thick brown leather, with brass facing. A bay-colour...d horse stood waiting and he swung up into the saddle. Then, bending down, he tied a thong of leather about my wrist. This was attached to his saddle. Off a brisk trot he went and I had to run to keep up. In this fashion I was taken through the streets of Nexos... rather to the amusement of numerous citizens who saw me... and we headed for the. .." Wha..." Dueling Banjos. Stoney Jackson on banjo versus Margit Voll on harp."Girl can PLAY a harp, but as they say, it might be HER turf but it's MY weapon. We beat each other mercilessly. I can roll with the best of 'em. Johanna has forced me to elevate my Earl Scruggs bluegrass banjo style to another level, adding Mozartian arpeggios and scales, and Miss Margit, I find later, is renowned as a concert harpist.Finally her eyes flashed at me and I ended my battle with a flourish.Did you ever. The murmur of voices grew and fractured from the general hum to individual sounds and voices as they approached the edges of the huge group.“What do you think of Tulat?” Syl asked suddenly as they neared the base of the hill.“Which one?” Uud replied, his eyes scanning the crowd they were approaching.“The grandmother,” Syl replied tartly, rolling her eyes. “The boy, Uud. What do you think of the boy?”Uud looked at her, his face hurt. “How was I supposed to know which one you were talking. She turned around to get back in her car, but a woman slightly older than herself stood in the way. "Miss Dogood?" the woman asked. Eliza twitched in shock and nodded in confirmation. "I'm Gwyn, the local reporter that asked you for the interview. Sorry this place was closed. It has been a long time since the last time I visited this place. Kind of sucks that it’s gone, but anyway, thank you for coming. Do you mind if we go somewhere else for the interview?" The woman.