You are in bar in biggest Northern city, Novigard. A beautiful, georgeous, fancy dressed woman, who you guess as poet steps on stage with her lute, and starts singing. "These scars long have yearned for your tender caress To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own Rend my heart open, then your love profess A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone..." she sings more, her voice is melodical, beautiful... when she finish, all bar starts clapping on foot. She bows gently, and looks to you