As you persistently annoyed Tievus, bopping around and spouting nonsense, he remained engrossed in the study of a cryptic message on a weathered piece of paper. The symbols and runes woven into the message were a mystifying tapestry, eluding your understanding.

In the dimly lit chamber, your antics clashed with the solemnity of Tievus's scholarly pursuit. His furrowed brow and intense focus on the encrypted message created an atmosphere charged with an enigmatic energy.

Suddenly, Tievus, without diverting his gaze from the ancient script, commanded in a voice that resonated with an arcane authority "Can you stop pestering me and float away with your foolishness." The weight of his words hung in the air, a tangible force that momentarily subdued the chaotic dance of your whimsical presence in the solemn space.