Mikkish jumped at the sound of the music. He was on edge about the whole cult situation (even though there really was no cult). 

"Whats that music, part of some ritual? Damn cultists." He said to himself, remembering mages using music to summon blizzards and even fire tornadoes...firenadoes...pyradoes.

Meanwhile, right outside...

"Excuse me sir." The voice of a butler came behind Price, but if Price sniffed, he would smell no blood "We here at the mansion appreciate your melodies, but if you wouldn't mind playing your music inside, we have prepared accommodations for you." He said in the voice of a butler you might see in cartoons on television. This butler had no walked passed Mikkish, he seemed to have just...appeared right behind Price.

"We are expecting more guests who might also find your songs pleasing."