The mysterious sounds of the shadowy dungeons were suddenly joined by the cheerful clatter of Fetch's little hooves. The Moor of Sleep was by no means a friendly place, but Fetch's presence could turn even the darkest, spookiest corridor into an averagely exciting tunnel. Despite the brisk walk, their expression seemed a bit gloomy this time. Was something on their mind? Or were they worried? After all, this was a pretty dangerous area. A levitating hand, happily bouncing around to the rhythm of light horse steps, every now and then made a gesture as if it wanted to grab Fetch by the mane. The clever mare somehow dodged it every time, which only seemed to spur the hand more. Suddenly, it stopped and pointed in one direction feverishly, so the mare slowly shifted her gaze, looking at what the pet wanted to show her. There was something there! She neighed softly in surprise, approaching the strange object that was spread out on the ground. It took her a moment to recognize the destroyed object as a part of a drum. Phantasmal Hand rocked from side to side, restless and fidgeting, but finally curiosity must have won because it nervously flew forward and began tapping the stiff skin with awe. Fetch fell into deep thought, watching with interest the increasingly bolder actions of their pet, which was currently attempting to play on the poor old thing. How many years ago had someone truly made music with this drum? Had the owner died or perhaps abandoned this place? Or were the local ghosts the ones using it, playing spooky melodies to scare so innocent travellers? Fetch sniffed the object but quickly lost interest. This was not what she was looking for, nor was it usable. She heard the dungeon call her from another direction, not wanting her to stay in one place for too long, so naturally, she followed, leaving the forgotten instrument behind..