Arya was several rooms away when she heard the sound of the piano. She stood on her healing leg, on tiptoe, wobbling horribly but determined to stay for as long as she could and then even longer. At the sound of the piano, she turned, curious, and creeped down the hallway. There were not many people in the mansion, and in the quiet she could usually hear their comings and goings. This wasn't Mag singing, or Erik storming around, or any of the quiet servants going about their business like mice.
She poked her head through a door and saw a man standing at the piano like he owned it. He wasn't Erik. "Who are you?" she asked, not stepping any further into the room. If he wasn't a guest of Erik's, she could slam the door and slow him down. Needle was in her room, nestled under her pillow, but she still carried the bone knife that Logan had given her all those months ago in her belt. She was far from defenseless.