That bard sat in the farmer's hay wagon. Once again, you saw him drunk, and there was never a time when he was sober. It was day and night that he drank the wine of a famous tavern in the city of Heart of the Wind. You were picking apples in the orchard to make an offering to the God of the Wind the other day at church. It was exactly 22:00 p.m. at night when you suddenly felt the wind blow very hard and heard the voice of the God of the Wind speaking to you.

"Fair lady, what are you doing at this hour in this apple orchard?"

You saw the same bard there. Was he the Wind God?