Yanos's pointed ears perked at the new sound. He looked up and noted the newcomer. Another person of interest. He became more aware of the room again as it began to fill it. The young lady with the books was still at bar.  As was the halfling from the night before. Deep in his cowl, a smiled formed. She did not seem to appreciate the music.<br/>He slowly rose to his feet and pulled back the hood of his cloak. Auburn hair fell to his shoulders has he walked toward the bar. Pausing for a moment, he placed a silver on the arm of the violinist's chair. His reddish eyes, the color of old blood, met briefly with the violinist ice blue.<br/>Yanos took a seat at the bar near the suffering halfling "I take it you don't appreciate the music" he said with a soft smile<br/><br/><br/>(23 Will save 19+2+2 for natural resistance)