Arthur couldn't handle the sight of blood and the weight of death, it hung in the air like a curse and made him queezy even as he vocalized his displeasure in the form of a low rumbling tuba noise. Defeated, denied speech, and saddened it was all he could do to sit quietly and watch the world turn upside down as more and more people seemed to turn up with freakish powers like his own. One woman had wings and.. A meep? 
Arthur shook his head and rubbed his eyes to try and see if they received him but no, there it was dancing about the frozen winged girl in the leather shirt before it rested within the leather garment. For a brief moment he envied it but dismissed the thought as quickly as it had come.

No, this had all been too much for him. The pain and sadness in his face revealed more than words ever could but with the doorway blocked he would be forced to speak to the authorities. "speak" he chuckled to himself mockingly. 
Inspiration hit him right when the two men handed out their cards and made him realize he DID have a way out he always had a way out! He stood up and moved to the far wall, briefly locking eyes with the Anivia person. He smiled and glanced at her chest, specifically the meep that pushed its way out with a playful ringing. The chime felt his sadness as it took a mournful ring to it, more meeps swarmed the first one to play their eerie song. 
Arthurs portal swirled to life infront of him as he stepped through, arriving not at the back of the street but now on the roof of the store. His hands trembled as he fought the urge to scream out the injustice of it all. What good, the power to heal, when he could not heal the ones who truly needed it? 
His hands clenched tight but one was not empty. In his right hand was the same instrument bard carried, 3 gems in the horn and one large ball that radiated a yellowish glow. The instrument demanded his attention, his use, to release the mysteries it held. 
Arthur brought it to his lips and blew into the horn, the orb in the centre hovered in the air as 3 smaller balls orbited around it. The horn was deep and sent chills down his spine as the musical note reached far and wide. His fingers played a haunting melody that flowed from his soul, speaking to the universe of his anger and sorrow.
The last note ended and he fell to his knees grasping the instrument staring at the ground below him lost in thought.
Arthur did not notice the hundreds of little chime creatures circling him. Called by the beauty of the caretakers song and soul.