Elnoi had claimed a quiet corner and a few of the firmer cushions for sitting on early in the proceedings, making a nice little haven for the musically inclined, those who like to play and those who like to listen.

She was settled cross-legged on a cushion herself, her instrument in her lap, playing a lullaby of her own composition, quiet and looping, the sound not spreading much further than the ring of cushions around her.