The next day, while he's out being ugly, I enter his house again (once I remember how the Oblivion lock-picking minigame works) because I want to nose around in his stuff. Yes, sorry the brutal assassination of the Emperor and the world falling to chaos has slightly disrupted your cushy job. Also, his complaint is that he was composing a symphony for Uriel Septim, and now that Septim is dead he doesn't know what to do. He just looks like he makes terrible, uninspired music that probably leans too heavily on lutes. And there's nothing wrong with musicians, obviously, but he's a medieval musician, and medieval music sucks. He's got those shiny, darting eyes as if he's nervous about the Champion of Cyrodiil entering his house and staring silently into his face for long minutes. Do you see what I see? His face just sort of annoys me.
