Wandering the seemingly endless shelves seemed near dizzying. And it seemed the more that he walked through the darker places, the more he wanted to clean. In fact, he dove in with no holds barred as he started to clean the place. He found a broom in one of the closets and before he could figure out what he was doing, he started to dance as he swept, humming to a tune he was not truly familiar with.

That tune rested on the tip of his tongue and tickled at his ears until he finally stopped. Surfacing from the trance like cleaning, he looked around realizing the tune was not one of his own machinations. The sound drew him, and soon, he walked toward that sound, broom still clutched in his hands.

Leaning around to look at the source, he studied the surreal form playing the flute. It tickled at his memories, stories rippling to the surface as he tried to figure out who the elven lord was. Either way, he stepped into view, hugging his broom to his chest as he let the tune carry his mind away....