The two men shuffled down the dimly lit road. The scent of damp grass and dirt hung low in the air accompanied by a faint chill. Everything was quiet, besides the faint chirping of a cricket. A booming noise suddenly rung over the landscape and fell onto steady notes. One by one they followed and turned into a string of a song that sounded like it was coming from all directions.
"Ah, there he goes at it again. Seems like later and later he starts playing at night- or is it day," the old man chuckled.
"That music?" Father Kenelm looked all around to see where the music came from.
"Oh that's right, you wouldn't know. The manor on top the cliff— well, as we call it the castle— that's where that music is coming from," the man pointed up to the cliff where a large building sat on top. From where the two stood, it was only the size of one's little finger.
"Up there?" Kenelm cocked his head, "All the way up there? That's impossible—"
"It's not if you'd seen the size of that organ he plays. Biggest piece of machinery I've ever laid eyes on. Heh, I helped build the thing too. We all look forward to his symphony every night. It's one of the only things we enjoy out here now."
