[After having scoped out her room, leaving no corner unexplored, Tauriel had started to venture back through the inn — hotel, she overheard one of the other people say; this is a hotel, whatever that means — in an attempt to discover what, exactly was going on. She has been leery of interacting too much with the others, and it seems most of them are leery of her as well. Nobody has made eye contact with her, and something has been preventing her from reaching out and attempting to speak to them, so they scuttle around her and leave her alone.
Her lonely rambling has lead her down a corridor as empty and eerie as any of the others, and it is only when she is wandering down this new hallway that she begins to hear music. Intrigued, she follows the noise, eventually finding a large room with multiple seats arranged inside, some kind of sheet hung across one end with strange, moving pictures projected onto it. She has never seen such things before, and for a moment she stands stock still, utterly amazed.
What wizardry is this?
She is so distracted by the moving pictures that she doesn't yet notice that the music comes from no discernible place, but eventually she will realize there is no orchestra to be seen. For the moment, however, she slowly moves to sit herself down in one of the chairs right at the rear, an empty seat between her and a man who looks, vaguely, like a Ranger she once knew.]
What is this? [Her voice is barely above a whisper as she leans closer to speak to him, still mesmerized by the display in front of them.] I have never seen such strange things in all my life.
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Her lonely rambling has lead her down a corridor as empty and eerie as any of the others, and it is only when she is wandering down this new hallway that she begins to hear music. Intrigued, she follows the noise, eventually finding a large room with multiple seats arranged inside, some kind of sheet hung across one end with strange, moving pictures projected onto it. She has never seen such things before, and for a moment she stands stock still, utterly amazed.
What wizardry is this?
She is so distracted by the moving pictures that she doesn't yet notice that the music comes from no discernible place, but eventually she will realize there is no orchestra to be seen. For the moment, however, she slowly moves to sit herself down in one of the chairs right at the rear, an empty seat between her and a man who looks, vaguely, like a Ranger she once knew.]
What is this? [Her voice is barely above a whisper as she leans closer to speak to him, still mesmerized by the display in front of them.] I have never seen such strange things in all my life.