Mzulchond the Tonal Architect had spent twenty years attuning the great animus geode he'd found in Inner Duathand, trying to synchronize it with the precession of the dual equinoxes in order to captivate the Nirnpith Essence. The geode's vibratory affinities continued to elude him, however, so one day he threw down his attenuators, left his workshop and went to the kitchens for an infusion of chal. "I heard music, Lilyarel," Mzulchond said. "What did you just put behind the calorefactor?" "It's nothing, Sir Dwarf," the maiden replied. "Just something I cobbled together to pass the time."