Emcee blinks at Sinric, and then chuckles, shaking his head.

"Oh, I jest," he says, "but I will probably be a very frequent visitor from now on."

Before he wanders any further, he toes off his boots and leaves them by the door. He's cleaned the dried blood off their soles, but they are such grungy things that it doesn't seem proper to be wearing them here. He utters a note of pleasant surprise when he finds that the floor is warm under his bare feet.

Forgetting his wobbly knees, and padding over to the windows, he looks out at the garden. And then glances at the library when his attention is drawn by Sinric's singing. Making his way over, he marvels at the sound.

"Incredible acoustics!" he exclaims. "I have never heard anything like it."