"A kind soul, in this city? You, sir, are a rarity."

He had to admit that he'd rarely been treated with kindness upon his arrival here - the curious stares and attempts at removing his mask had almost tempted him to lock himself away in his new abode, and just play his pipe organ. Maybe he was a bit too sensitive about things like that...

"Ah, the man who put together this building... he must've felt a great love for his art and his benefactor, to allow him to build such a strong and powerful monument." Of course, this was partially him speaking from experience - his maze of mirrors had been so amazing due to his utter devotion to his work, after all.