His heart jumped when the boy backed away. It was only with an amount of self-control that he refrained from doing anything rash. Eerie eyes stared at him moments after he stopped. The boy stayed.

Slowly, he put his guitar away. The strap, at its widest, could only fit around his shoulder. With that same careful motion, he reached for the heaviest bag. Francœur was not particularly strong, especially his arms. However, given his size, he could lift the bag without trouble.

He chirped, and his eyes widened. That was not a good way to communicate. Without a song, he could no longer speak. The ring on is finger chimed beautifully as he tapped it. At first, he started writing slowly with the magic ring. Once it was clear that he was only writing, he moved faster. A trail of smoke followed and it kept its shape in the air, leaving a message.

I want only to help you
I promise, I won't hurt a soul
You carry a heavy burden
Tell me, where does it go?