De Blanc Family/Albert/Story/Madina/Reaching Paisly

He had finally reached the far shores and his forces were immediately dispatched to the outskirts of the City; he had to convince the commoners of the fair noble rule. His thoughts were all focused on time and how slow it was flowing, he did only hope that the mission would not last as much as the sea trip or else the detachment would be called to deal with greater problems than boredom.

The sun was now gone and the moon had taken his place. Albert was still there sitting on a rock, doing nothing but counting the numerous stars. Complete silence everywhere as the shanties of the tireless urban workers in the horizon were getting dark one after the other. Strange sounds, melodies that he had never heard before, wonders of nature that one could only rarely meet in his life, approaching from afar, rising from absolutely nowhere as if they were devine, disrupted his peaceful time of loneliness.

Albert stood up pleasantly surprised:
"Yes... It must be a miracle!", he commented while making a few steps ahead.
"What is that sound that makes one's soul rest and every thought go away?! It makes one feel so...", he broke off after he realized that there were no words to describe this feeling.
"A unique sentiment! It is better than honey for one's ears... It is better than love and poetry and no portion is required to achieve that!", the nobleman was excited.

He went on walking, following that sound, trying to find where it was coming from, when he reached the fields. He knew he would be in great danger if he further insisted on satisfying his curiosity, reports of the broad Paisland were indicating threat. Thus, he stopped; after at least an hour of walking, he would have to wait until he saw someone of the locals to learn more of that... bird?