The Bard

You shadow Clara as she skipped down the path. It was easy to to stalk her. She was only a starting hero, as opposed to her high level aunt. Besides the path the young bard was on now, was a dead end. It led to a small clearing and that was it.
“Hello?” Clara called out, as she looked around the empty clearing. “Is anyone here?”
“No, no there is not.” You step out onto the path behind her. “It’s just you and me. Shouldn’t have left your aunt’s side.”
“What?” She didn’t seem to quick on the uptake. “Where’s my aunt?”
“Your aunt is busy with some satyrs at the moment.” You twirl your flail menacingly, “She’s probably swallowing a cock as we speak. She should have known better than to trust a monster. And you should should have known better than to leave her side.”
Her eyes widen with panic, and she raises her flute to her lips. You duck your head and Charge hoping to close the distance before she could play a song. You only make it halfway before her music reaches your ears.