Jerry gestured to the hodge-podge of carts and mounts the party was already working with. Everyone without a mount was either too heavy or sat on a cart. "Does it look like we needed another mount in the party?"
Up ahead wasn't much. More signs of recent construction, probably interrupted by a ffeeder eating the workers. As they neared the entrance to another cave, music began to reach the party's ears. Loud, boisterous, an orchestra. "Someone's having a good time," Emfa noted.
As they got closer, the melody was easier to hear. "There's gotta be a bunch of 'em." Halfway through that sentence, for some reason, Jerry had started singing. It must have been as odd to her as it was for everyone else, because she looked very confused. She was especially confused because that was in tune like she'd been singing her whole life, and Jerry couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. "What was- the fuck?" Anyone else that tried to talk as they got closer to the orchestra's source found themselves singing in some manner as well, as though they were trained vocalists despite the lack of training for the most part on many of them.
Emil furrowed his brow. "My friends I do not believe, that this is normal music we perceive. As we approach be prepared to use force, for there may be enemies at the source." He seemed to be taking to it rather well.
Jerry scowled at the bat, but decided she didn't much like singing and shut her mouth for now. "Maybe we should speak like Emil is?", Veo offered. His speech pattern seemed to agree with the singing compulsion much easier than Jerry's, anyway.
"He's good at what he does," Veo smiled and put a hand on Emil's shoulder.
"Whoever's doing this, I'm going to turn them into a grease stain on the ground," Jerry growled as they came into an enormous ampitheater. It was fully constructed, with stone seats all filled with the skeletons of the audience. on the stage was an orchestra. Only one instrument seemed real, though, a violin in the string section. All the rest seemed to be made of mana-turned light, like when Jerry Etched using her stylus. All the musicians seemed to be almost at death's door, almost ready to join the audience. Only the player of the only real instrument seemed healthy at all.
"Just... shoot the conductor." Jerry drew her bow and fired at the conductor, who crumbled like he was held together by dust and good fortune. The orchestra stopped playing and several dozen heads all turned and snapped in the party's direction, the one with a real instrument standing up and starting to play again.