( a chill works up his spine. he doesn't want to think about it. )

... someone playing music? Oh, that's not good. ( he turns his head towards where the sound comes from, and it sounds... eerily familiar, yet just as eerily strange. foreign. like something snatched out of a memory that doesn't really feel like it's his. ) Perhaps something powerful.

( he slows a little as the music grows louder, and they grow closer. )

Hopefully sentient, so we might talk with them. Perhaps they'll know where to go.