Scipio stopped his tracks. The sudden sound of a guitar, together with a voice he knew very well, made him smile. He walked towards where the music came from, until he could understand the words. “We’re up all night to get lucky…” All right, that’s definitely him.
Soon he saw his friends and walked up to the group. “Hoi, pals! Thanks for the music, but you don’t have to play me a march every time I walk up some street”, he announced himself, carefully eyeing the impressive troll with respect. “How are your Holi-preparations going? Found a cheap ‘n’ sweet party we could check out?”