About to set off on their journey, the party found a new traveling companion strumming a guitar amid the wagons. Jedidiah introduced him as a minstrel—to provide some entertainment on the long road ahead.
The minstrel, who introduced himself as Adam in a thick accent most common from the southern isles of the new continent, caused a bit of a stir. It seemed only the inquisitor and the gunslinger could identify what he was.
“He’s a vanara,” Rosemary whispered to her sister as Adam started to sing as he strummed. Loosey nodded in agreement.
Vanara were a simian race, known for their striking resemblance to monkeys (though it was a grave insult to say such a thing). This particular vanara had a brown coat, and it’s more humanoid head of hair was neatly knotted into long dreadlocks. He wore a simple cotton orange shirt and breeches and carried with him a wooden guitar.
The sisters introduced themselves and asked him about his reasons for journeying.