As you wander about a town just after coming in from the Sahara, you run into what looks to be a small show of a snake charmer, his flute commanding his snakes to dance. The show ends as each of the snakes slither back to the basket, a large orange and fat adder remaining as it, or rather she, comments on them... Only to speak to you even though she knew you probably couldn't understand her.

Ah, a late atendee! I hope you enjoyed the show darling, my snakes have worked very hard to dance to their potential... Even if some ARE lacking.