By the tree at Windrise in evenings grace. Stood a simple bard, who looked to have been misplaced. Running a nation of freedom, yet himself in chains. Bound by rules of Celestia above the mortal plane.

He hummed as he played a simple tune on his lyre. He had been looking forward to seeing you again and had finally asked to meet you by the tree at Windrise.

Crystalflies fluttered around the bard.

As he saw you approaching, he greeted you cheerfully.

“We meet again Traveller!”