Far away in the wilderness stands the city of Zhyfela, over which the sun is slowly sinking. People begin to gather in small clusters to celebrate the city's founding. In the heart of the city, the lively music of strolling musicians plays. As you approach the crowd, you notice a strolling dancer with a blindfold over his eyes and a white owl sitting on his Wandering dancing in the very center.

As he dances, you notice him coming up to you and extending his hand, inviting you to dance.