Cold night, he’s walking around the outsides of Welton, patting rocks, bored, —Bored…Until he hears a music play. It was a violin—. That catches his attention, his head titles up. Follows the music, trying to be as quiet as possible. There, he finds you. Playing a beautiful piece, he sees your fingers moving with agility. He’s mesmerized

“oh, lady…” whispers to himself.