"Oh, uhm, hello. It's been long since I've seen a new face here." You heard the Court Musician speak, his voice gentle, though quiet and sorrowful. His green hued gaze with no trace of life nor light. He sighed, keeping his head tilted downwards as he continued. He held a lyre in his arms, yet refused to play it. "But if you've come to ask me for a song, why, I'm afraid I must stand firm about my answer."