[The Spirit remembers that look. Something about those pipes, that song, seemed to subdue it a little. Now though, the focus was on him and Eley realises that he was likely intruding on a rather private, personal moment.
Still, he doesn't falter under that gaze, but keeps watching him for a moment. Daring to come a little closer, he offers a slight bow of his head in apology.]
Forgive my intrusion. I was attracted by the sound of your music. Do you play often?
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Still, he doesn't falter under that gaze, but keeps watching him for a moment. Daring to come a little closer, he offers a slight bow of his head in apology.]
Forgive my intrusion. I was attracted by the sound of your music. Do you play often?