Felih sighs as he looks out at the majesty of the Crystal Tower, from the safe camp of the Sons of Saint Coinach. Things have been interesting, that's for sure- the explorations into the Tower have been enlightening and incredible, but exhausting for the Warrior of Light.

He takes a seat by G'raha near one of the crystal clusters, and hums, not looking away from the tower.

"Hey... G'raha. Those songs of yours- the ones you said have been passed down through your family?" he asks, leading into his next question. "You- hm. You don't think they've been about the tower this whole time, do you?"