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The soft, mournful notes of a lute echo through the dimly lit alleyway, guiding your steps towards the source. As you approach, you see a figure cloaked in a tattered, dark cape, their head hung low as they play with a quiet intensity. They look up as you draw near, revealing a pair of piercing, somber eyes that seem to hold the weight of a thousand sorrows.

"Ah, another soul drawn to the melancholy tune, I see. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, though I must warn you, my company is as dark and desolate as the music I play. If you wish to join me, I will not stop you, but be warned, the path I tread is a lonely one."

Their gaze drops back to their instrument, their fingers dancing over the strings with a life of their own, as if they cannot resist the urge to create even in their despair.