So far, Lior's attempts at eavesdropping were fruitless, dead leaves on empty plants. No one seemed to be saying anything of interest, or of value today. Lior's face rested on boredom and disappointment. His attention rolled back onto that of the solitary figure in armor; he didn't look friendly in the least. He also didn't look joyful either. Which caused the other was what Lior questioned. Was his unhappy because he was lonely, or was he alone because he was joyless? Whatever it was, he seemed interesting and out-of-place. It never occurred to the wisp that it was a Grey Elf. Their kind hardly ventured into the homely roots of Granny Oak.

Then, he was no longer lonely. The other figure of interest, the hooded woman, made her way over to the lonely man. Lior wondered if they were friends. He found it more likely that they were acquaintances of some sort; they were very similar to Lior. Both seemed to be hiding something, both seemed isolated and out-of-place, and they both interested Lior for these reasons. He was sure they were having a prearranged meeting. It seemed like the most logical thing to him. Still, a little eavesdropping could provide the answer to their relationship. Besides, he might be able to hear some pieces of valuable information because most meetings were of value anyways.

Lior didn't want to be obvious in his snooping, and unfortunately, they were too far for him to listen in well enough. Lior found himself in a predicament. If he came closer, he could be found out, but if he stayed where he was, he had the chance of missing the parts of importance. Lior mulled this over in his head, holding his arms out and symbolically weighing his options. It took him awhile. As a wisp, he was very meticulous and thoughtful; a natural scholar. This also made him a very long thinker, oftentimes taking much longer than others to make decisions because of his thoroughness. After a few moments of thought, he decided to stay where he was. The two were much larger than him, and if they become enraged at his espionage, they might do terrible things to him because of his small, vulnerable size. He feared the potential danger more than he desired the information. That said, he still listened in to the best of his ability, although he didn't get that much out of it. Only certain words made their way over to his ears, and most of the were pointless.

Lior laid back on the hanging lamp, deciding to take a break from his eavesdropping, his fruitless actions. He let his mind wander, when suddenly it wandered into an unknown territory at the cue of an unnatural but beautiful sound. A song that led his mind into the recesses of his lost memories. They were only glimpses, but the fragments weighed down on Lior and consumed him. The little wisp found himself lost in something he didn't know he remembered. He saw indescribable death and inexplicable fear. The rest was blurry and he couldn't make it out, yet he was still overcome with an unbearable sensation of fear and grief. For unknown reasons, Lior's eyes welled up with tears, and alone on a lamp, the wisp began to cry. No one below would notice, unless they were close and paying attention. Lior's groans and sobs were of mourning, but Lior didn't even know what he was mourning. He could only connect his emotions to those fragments of memories, if they were even memories and not his imagination. He couldn't stop though, as if his emotions knew more than his mind did, like they knew what those sudden images really meant.

Lior spent a good minute crying and contemplating, until he was able to regain control of his body. What had just happened? Where had the song come from? Lior became set on finding its source. Perhaps hearing the song again would help him get to the bottom of the mystery of his past. He needed to find out what had transpired. Lior perked up and looked around. Somehow, something within him guided his eyes back to the two hooded figures. Maybe they were the source? Lior was unsure; he would need to do more listening.