<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Leith</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://images.sodahead.com/profiles/0/0/1/7/5/7/4/3/7/sigh-39513021111.jpeg)</div></div><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the  <br/>walls of the Hwarin Iire  <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raan, anyone <br/> outside </div>Leith's playing stopped briefly after a few moments, just listening to the sounds that reached his ears, living by the water, he was able to tune it out, and his gaze lingered over the high walls once more. Rather than continue playing, he frowned a little, and rose from the riverbank, bringing his harp with him as he ventured closer. He didn't actually know what this building was, and he felt oddly compelled to approach it.<br/><br/>It didn't take him long to walk there, his bare footsteps quiet but audible on the earth around the wall, letting his hand trail lightly along it as he did so. He couldn't see in, and he was curious what was on the other side of the wall, now. He didn't sense any way for him to flow through the wall, there wasn't a source of water on the other side. Perhaps one day, when it was raining...<br/><br/>The thought that perhaps these walls were some kind of cage once more struck him, and he decided to reach out to whatever caged soul was beyond the wall in the main way he knew how to. He settled with his back against the wall, and began to play his harp, this time plucking out a slightly lighter tune, the moisture on his hair and skin beginning to dry somewhat since he was no longer in the river.