We tracked the haunting music and eerie singing down the deep, winding dungeon to its source.
Enchanted musical instruments that have a voice existed but were rare... and valuable.
The music and voice were coming from a single instrument. In this case, an iron-maiden.
"It doesn't make sense, they're made up!"
"Music's made up too, so this makes perfect sense."
I could've questioned this logic. I didn't.
I was here to steal, not argue.