Harahel looked up to see a piano floating in the air just a whisper away from his fingertips. Instantly feeling perturbed and, for the most part confused, he wretched his hand back out of the air and away from the piano. Suddenly the only thing he sensed in the room was the piano. He was powerfully fixated on it, and blocked out everything else. He didn't even notices the blood stained girl walking up to the map nonchalantly. Harahel began to pace beneath the piano, occasionally reaching up to touch it and then quickly recalling his hand as if bitten by some kind of rabid animal. He took his book from the sling across his chest and pulled a pencil from his jacket. He opened the book and began taking notes, intrigued by the otherworldly nature of this magical floating piano. Surely some external force was causing this effect, but he could see no strings nor other devices that would hold it in place. He was most certainly receiving strange looks from the gathering, but he didn't care. He kept taking notes and drawing the piano and its surroundings in his book. When he was satisfied he'd written enough down, he placed the book back in his chest sling and resumed testing.
Pulling over a stack of boxes, he was sure nobody would mind, he clambered up so that he had to arch his head to keep it from touching the bottom of the piano. Slowly, with the apprehension of a swimmer reaching out to test the temperature of the water, he raised his face to the bottom of the piano. He smelled it. It smelled like a piano. He examined it close up with his eye. It looked like a piano. He pressed his ear against it. It didn't sound like a not-piano. Finally, unsatisfied with his current "research" he licked the bottom of the piano and was instantly appalled. Varnish! It tasted like a piano.
He hopped down from the boxes and held his chin in his palm, humming loudly, still as oblivious to everyone else as ever. He was about to start throwing things at the piano when he was suddenly jolted from his brief phase of fascination and re-noticed everyone around him. Slightly embarrassed, he clapped his arms to his side and retook his position looking at Hez and Lin, coughing, and twitching nervously. His eyes darted left and right. He hoped nobody had been paying too much attention.