River takes a sip while she listens - this really is good wine - and her heart melts at the explanation; her ears droop and flutter, her eyes brimming with Emotion. Local blacksmith has been sending out for food due to the whole bullets thing and like many other people she too has been dosing on the Make Your Emotions Go juice and now she feels like she wants to cry. That's...tragic, and beautiful...

"Pewter I can work with," she answers after ensuring that she Doesn't Cry. "And if you can source me a piece of the local sirens - hair, scales, a claw, whatever, honestly better if you don't kill the donor since their body will just vanish - I can probably work the song. Any birds in particular?"

River's free hand comes over and cautiously makes itself Available near the druid.