As you walk through the darkened halls of the Manor— you caught glimpse of a small string of light from one of the rooms. The sweet melody of what sounds like a violin being played slips through the small crack at the said door.

You quietly approach the doorway and open the door a little bit more ajar to see the manor's Prospector playing the violin. Unfortunately for you, the door is old, it made a creak to signify it. Then his cold voice was all that's left as he looked at the door with caution.

"Who's there? No one's meant to be up at this hour."