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For the past several months, Mmur had been waiting for something to happen. A social creature by nature, he had never been very good at coming up with things to do on his own, and with Medea and Death silent on the matter of returning to the human world, and the insanity titans too powerful to confront on his own, there was little more to do than sit on his thin bedroll and make things. The soldier had unintentionally amassed quite the collection of mismatched socks, after a kindly ghost had taught him how to knit, but his sparring skills had grown lax as a result.

The last time he had entered the haunted house, one of those twitchy human brats had sawed through his jugular so thoroughly that he had ended up in the Amityville nurse's office. Admittedly, it had been an impressive piece of work, and Cricket was a charming specimen with all of her bugs, but Mmur wasn't gunning for a repeat performance. Today, he was looking to find some young, green trainee who could barely wield his weapon. Just a bit of practice with no unpleasant dissipation.

Mmur wandered the warped and weaving halls with a smile on his face, pushing open doors and looking behind tattered tapestries for a long while before he heard it. Music.

As he rounded the next corner, the horseman was met with a thick, red curtain that he promptly pushed aside. His first impression of the room beyond it was shiny, which was quickly followed by sumptuous and fascinating. Tables lined the walls and were scattered across a wide expanse of plush carpeting that was the same shade as the velvet curtain. The music here was louder, but not overpowering, and even though there was no one present, the room still felt full.

He briskly walked to the center of the marble dance floor, wrapping his arms around his skinny torso and peering up at the chandelier with curiosity-tinged wonder.

Distracted by the music, he only turned when she laughed, his head first, then his body as he dropped his hands to his sides. To his credit, he did nearly summon his weapon, but when he saw the earmarks of a member of his second favorite clan, Mmur gave the other horseman a happy grin and a wave.

"Oh yes, I know, I know," he said, trotting over to her. "This music is much more..." Though he wasn't wearing anything that remotely resembled a dress, Mmur held his hands out at his sides like he possessed the grandest hoop skirt at the ball. He had never actually seen humans dancing in rooms like these, but he had enough experience watching Halloween students at prom to guess at how it might be. "Yes. Very strange. Though the last time I ventured into the House, it looked a little like Amityville's gymnasium and smelled much worse." He wrinkled his nose. "I think I prefer this, even if fighting here might lull me to sleep."

Remembering his manners, the horseman perked up, offering a hand to shake as the students occasionally did. "I am Mmur, soldier of Famine."