<div class="floatright">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/049/2/4/dragon_boy_by_sakimichan-d4q2z34.jpg)</div>The young elven traveler had a great many interests that could have been exploited to lure him out of his caution, but the sounds of a lute playing was the most potent of all of them. Liltahyanda was passionately fond of music, even more than his fascination with magic and the arts martial he was vulnerable to the promises of a melody. A woman singing to the sound of a lute, now that was something worth leaving the path for. He quickly dug out his own lute and began to try to recreate the sound that he had heard, humming the tune as he walked along, foreboding forgotten. Not being able to accurately recreate it, he instead switched to one of his own tunes and began to sing (http://www.omniglot.com/songs/gaelic/ceudsoiridh.php) rather softly.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: decorative;">"<em>Ceud soiridh soiridh, bhuam na e hò hao oho, Gu strath m'eòlais na hi ri rirì ò, o-hi ò 's a-bho roho, e hò hao oho</em>."</span><br/><br/>He noticed the rock formation, of course, but it seemed relatively unimportant. Though that flower, though... After a few seconds of thought, he stopped strumming and examined it more carefully. He looked around the forest again.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: decorative;">"Hello? Is anyone out there? Does anything mind if I take this flower?"</span>He touched it experimentally,  being careful not to cut or poison himself.