Kruz'Iik eagerly watched the griffon descend from the roof, and he reached an invisible hand out for the fiddle. The griffon started playing a different tune, and some psionic feedback rang out from Kruz. The melodies were just too much for him to contain his pleasure. Ilithids were creatures of the song, after all. The psionic feedback made itself present in the form of all of the torches on the street going out simultaneously. He stumbled out of the alley, still invisible, and stood right behind Garnor, his hand reaching over Garnor's shoulder towards the fiddle. "I...I must have it!" echoed inside Helvechar's head. The voice was smooth, yet desperate sounding. He retracted and backed away, regaining himself.
No, no i must control myself... he thought, and retreated back into the alley. He steeled himself, dropping his invisibility and putting on a psychic disguise. A young girl, blonde, around twenty. Kruz stepped out of the alley with his disguise, his bright blue eyes inquisitive and a bounce in his step. He had to admit, he played a damn good girl. "Excuse me, sir, but are you the one playing that beautiful violin?" Kruz asked in a perfect young-girl voice, brushing some blonde bangs out of his eyes.