"I would never leave you bereft of a satisfactory introduction," Elidibus sounds as if he has to hold back his mirth. This is not obvious to everyone that may be watching, but Emet-Selch has known the man long enough that it might as well be clear as day. He does hold himself together, however.

Taking the cue for what it is, Elidibus follows at Emet-Selch's heel. He casts his gaze out towards the crowd and dancers as he had several other times that night, and lifts his arms in a motion that they should be familiar with by now. Indeed, from seemingly nowhere he pulls his grand piano - settling it down just to the side of center-stage. This is Emet-Selch's time to shine, after all, and the way he's angled his instrument will give him both full vision of the crowd and his friend.

Making quick work of getting himself seated, he rests his fingers upon the keys. Hesitates for a brief moment. The genre will be entirely different from before, he decides, utilizing far more of his skill and talent. This will be something warm, something for the two of them and any others from Etheirys in attendance tonight. Something from home.

And then begins to play.