Coming round one bend, she noticed a tubby teenager standing at the side of road, and prepared to slow down if the youngster had not noticed the minib...s.Shockingly, the girl glanced towards the vehicle, then deliberately stepped out into its path. Jessica gasped and slammed on the brakes, while slewing the minibus towards the other side of the road to avoid the pedestrian, hoping that no traffic was coming towards her.Her vehicle tyres squealed at the pressure being put on them, and the minibus. Brad and Jasmine were necking in the back of the limo when it stopped. Neither thought about the fact that the trip had been short, and were surprised when George opened the door and they realized they were in the shopping district, down town. As they peered out they saw they were in front of Gino’s, one of the premier jewelers in Cleveland. Brad looked at his watch. It was late ... much too late for the store to be open. But as they got out the door opened and a man dressed in a three piece. Chris wondered vaguely if the fire department had found him, and were trying to rescue him. The door closest to him was being wrenched back like a banana peel. Christopher was somehow proud of himself for making such a clever analogy. He watched dully, as black fingers he assumed were gloves, wrapped around what used to be the top of the front seat door, clenched, and pulled the door back with ease. The hands then reached inside of the car itself, and began to unbuckle the boy from the mess. He couldn't ignore this. He had to follow it. And so he did, hearing more foreign lyrics as he got closer to the source. Even though he couldn't understand a single word of what was being sung, he knew whoever was singing had incredible talent. He arrived at a clearing and his jaw dropped.At the clearing, an elven woman was playing what he assumed was a harp (knowledge is rather limited for a barbarian) and, of course, singing. She was... She was... out of this world. He had heard tales of what.