complete~?
"I always forget how uncannily good your hearing is," Cy said, shaking her head with a rueful smile. She had to squint down the street, to where the stones suddenly opened up to a wide and pleasant square, and the faint sound of strummed lutes and melodic voices could be (distantly) heard. It sounded like the bards were already at it, precisely as promised. "It's just up ahead. Looks like there's still seating, too, so we'll be able to camp out on the grass. If they're shite, well, we can just move on."
Cy gave Quen's arm an affectionate squeeze, and they continued onwards, towards the music.