[Clint's still wandering around to get his bearings. He's liberated a bow and arrow quiver from the armoury, both being strapped to his back. He doesn't think he'll need to use them, but it makes him feel better to have them with him.

It's the singing that catches his attention, and he scans the treeline, spotting the nymph up there.]

Well, there's something you don't see every day.