Gazing out past the town to the plains beyond, he lets out a wistful sigh before putting the harmonica to his mouth and starts playing a gentle tune.

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Now any educated person would give such an entry a very odd look because, quite frankly, there's never been talk about such a race, EVER. There may have been records of winged, non Anthral beings somewhere, but for the most part it was considered a hallucination and never officially recorded.

Reading further reveals why. These Jyhadians have been said to have disappeared off the face of the universe about 3000 years ago. With that fact in mind, why would it interest Azymyth so much? Did he miss that fact? Does he see this as some reason for hope? Does he just want to get 'touched by an angel'? Hard to say.

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For those who listen, the faint tune of harmonica music can be heard through the halls and just barely inside the library.

OOC: eye r gud wit grammer

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So he stops playing and slowly lowers the harmonica from his mouth and setting it on his lap. Not turning to look at his observer yet, but instead gazes a bit out the window, which from the way the castle is build, could almost be a second story drop. He murmurs softly, "Don't like the Blues, I take it?"

Half display, half just looking at it himself, he says, "Not so much busted as much as it has an enchantment on it that prevents me from playing any but one specific song on it..."

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The hyena-man blinked...he did just say that. Hrm...strange. Fuzzy thoughts. A moment later, as if casting off a role, Chuckles rises to his hand legs and walks away, rubbing his forehead with a rather weird look on his face (unfortunately unless intimately familiar with how facial expressions work when spread over a muzzle, Azymyth wouldn't be able to glint any meaning from the unusual expression)

"'ll be back 'round dinner time," Chuckles mutters to no-one in particular, disappearing down the stairs and out of the library, sniffing about outside before following one particular scent

Once everything was in order, he left the library and headed towards the dining hall himself.

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