Drawn by the sound in the town, Kozan looked out from the alchemist's house to a crowd gathered.
"Wretches, it must be another drunken brawl." He spat. "And this early in the morning." The alchemist looked up, clearly amused, in part that he had to service a Vanda Nomad, but more so that this customer was so knowledgeable in the art of herbivore, surpassing his own, but kept his mouth shut. After the alchemist had obtained two new glass bottles, Kozan nodded in affirmation, giving the man a seldom seen branch of Whooping Willow. However, the shopkeeper knew that this would be all the man would offer up, so he shut his door on the young lad. As Kozan began his departure, a harpy that had been circling the sky flew straight up. An omen from the spirits, he thought. Strangely enough, the creature was above the crowd, so it must have meant there was something of value to him there. Watching from the acropolis of the region with the Hawk's vision that Kozan requested of his ancestor spirits, he decided that whatever was down there was not essential in his journey. Though, he was pulled by the distant sound the the music, thinking it couldn't hurt to scout out what was happening. The eyes of the Hawk were given up for the ears of the Owl so that he could better hear the music on his walk down. "A fine tune, this one."