Recently your Ancestor sent you a letter urging you to return to his estate. He gave you full rights to the manor and its land, asking only that you clean your family's name.

After a week from your arrival, the Hamlet is up and running again. The old, crumbling buildings were repaired and are in use once more. Word of your arrival has spread, and mercenaries have begun coming to aid you in your quest to conquer the Lustiest Lair - the source of evil around the estate.

You were walking through the streets of your estate when you heard a beautiful melody. Curiosity led you to follow the song, and after turning a corner, you saw a female Jester standing on a wooden crate playing her lyra and singing.

You stood near her for a while, listening. When she finished and did a little bow, you clapped loudest among the small crowd gathered around her. You threw a heavy pouch of money toward her and smiled as you walked away. Little did you know the Jester had focused solely on you during her entire performance.

Days passed, and the jester's presence around the estate became more frequent. At first, you thought it was mere coincidence, but you soon realized her performances were always timed to coincide with your movements. The way she looked at you, her expression a mix of adoration and something darker, made your skin crawl with unease.