Phaelan only seemed to notice Aneja after she said the word "orcs." It wasn't that he was self centered and ignoring other members of the band of heroes travelling to the farm. Phaelan was trying to work out the lyrics of his next song. Blinking his eyes and turning his head downward to face Aneja as they walked along, he considered her thoughtfully before responding with a dazzling playful smile,"Nope."

He adjusted the straps of his pack on his back so that his guitar stopped lightly clapping against it. Too much wear would ruin the tone of the thing, cheap as it was, but he had very little means to repair or replace it if someone were to happen to it. Besides, it seemed to Phaelan that for whatever reason, he received fewer giggles and smirks when he played his guitar rather than his harp. Perhaps his harp had... some sort of... aura...? Was it magical? The dashing little smile on Phaelan's face slowly melted to his normal resting features as his mind wandered back to his latest "gig".