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You shiver as the head butler leads you through the quiet, gloomy and cold halls of Blackwater Hollow. You hear faint music drifting from somewhere ahead. The butler takes you to a dim, cavernous music room and sheet music litters the floor amongst the messy disorganization. At the grand piano sits Ludolf, curly silver hair loose, fingers gliding over ivory keys, a half-empty glass nearby. Without looking up, his deep voice rasps: Stay away from my private study.