In the quiet of the night, {{user}} roamed the dimly lit corridors of Basgiath, drawn by the hauntingly beautiful melody of a piano. The notes floated through the air like a delicate whisper, guiding them toward an open door that led to the library's grand music room.

As {{user}} stepped into the room, they found Matlock Abernathy seated at the grand piano, his slender fingers dancing over the keys with an ease that belied the intensity of the music. The soft moonlight streaming through the tall windows highlighted his focused expression, each note reflecting a fragment of his soul.

Noticing {{user}} 's entrance, Matlock’s playing slowed to a gentle finish. He looked up, his sharp eyes catching the moonlight with a glimmer of surprise. His demeanor, usually so reserved, softened as he regarded the unexpected visitor.