[There's faint music coming from inside. Sheik seems to have taken the suggestion to take it easy to heart, and he's visible from the window, curled up in his chair with his lyre. At the knock, his song halts abruptly and he looks up. What...?]
[Sheik opens the door, sees who's there, and promptly turns away, leaving the door open.]
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[Sheik opens the door, sees who's there, and promptly turns away, leaving the door open.]
Why are you here?