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Primaris was perfectly content when Quins attention faded off of him again with an offhand comment, he hoped to himself that he had not done something to cause offence by recognising the gesture. As if anticipating just such a thing to happen he tried his best to fall to the back of the group where he could avoid causing any further trouble, it had been a while since he had drawn his masters ire and he was loath to feel the birch or worse once more. His neck still chaffed with the phantom memory of the iron collar around him.

It was until he picked his eyes up from the floor where they had been affixed did he realise that his surroundings had shifted. For a moment he felt his heart pang in hasty fear that he had once more been suddenly whisked away from where he had been before. But then he realised slowly that no, this was something altogether different. Instead of him actually being placed somewhere new, it was as though somewhere new had been brought to him, the world around him had changed but it felt... Off, old and stale as though this had all happened before.

Even before his eyes he saw as a band of mismatched figures began to play, he wasn't sure what made him feel most confused, the sight of the players or the sight of the instruments. All of which he saw before him in this strange vision was something beyond even his wildest imaginations, nothing he saw made a hint of sense to him and he was starting to realise that perhaps the world was far and away much bigger than Wolfsbane.

As he listened to the music however something in it felt... Discordant, like there was a sour note that persuaded its way throughout the tone of the song. He could feel the music, hear the tones which he knew in his heart should sound like glossimer and joy and yet something about them felt wrong. It was as though there was one player in the band was playing out of time with the others and trying to go unnoticed. Something about that one solitary off note that resounded through the rest of the music set the entire piece into chaos in his mind and he was perfectly glad that it ended when it did.

Oddly though, it seemed the others had found nothing but joy in the music, Quinn in particular finding so great as to go as far as openly weep at it. He felt a twinge in his throat at the thought of hearing the music again in person, though in this he kept his mouth firmly shut. He would go where he was commanded when he was bid. Either way, when the group made a move again he followed in tow, keeping a respectable distance to go unheeded.

His ears pricked once more at the mention of eating and of food as he followed silenty, though they were certainly speaking of foods he had never before heard of. There was a lurch in his stomach as they continued walking, he was all too aware of the fact he had voided the contents of his belly only a short while ago and was no doubt going to feel the effects of it all day. He only hoped that he was able to eat today though he doubted such a thing was likely unless he found somewhere he was able to scrounge up some scraps. Though he supposed there was likely already a system in place for the other indentured serfs, he wouldn't be surprised if he and any other newcomers would find themselves going hungry for a few days until their betters deemed them worthy of the privilege of eating.