Avel hums quietly, his eyes closed and his hands gently plucking away at the strings in the harp. Each pluck creating a melodious sound that seems to bring comfort to the forest around him, even the animals like it. However, Avel could not relax, as he could tell someone was watching him. He briefly worried that this might be another assassination attempt funded by one of the rival factions. Although, his worries fade away as he grounds himself with his music and the comfort of the forest.