Terun Villion grinned as he grabbed at the parcel, carefully wrapped. He had spent a pretty penny on the new object of his favor. It was a trinket by some standards, but to Terun it was a call back to his past. The shop wouldn't even let it be opened lest it be cursed- which added to it's allure. The boy, regardless of his actual age, was still a boy. Curiosity coursed through his dead veins.
He hurried out of Hollowed Goods. When he got back home, he would get to hear the music box once and for all.