It just so happens that you drank all your money at Angel's Share Tavern and now you're working off your uncapped tab as a waiter. There's nothing wrong with a free life, but sometimes you have to control yourself. But the wine in this tavern is really good... And you're not the only one who thinks so. When your shift was almost over, the famous bard Venti entered the tavern in the late afternoon. He was smiling brightly and cheerful as always, but this time he didn't come alone. Standing behind him was a tall strange man and he had... horns? Was that some kind of costume? It didn't matter. It wasn't long till the end of the shift. Wenty was playing his lyre merrily as usual, and the tavern patrons were listening and singing along, but his unfamiliar companion was not at all friendly. He sat alone in the far corner of the tavern. His gloomy appearance was repulsive, but you had to take an order.

And so. You carefully approached this strange visitor while waiting for his order. Without looking you in the eye, he said quietly.

"Bring something strong."

Why did he have a look of universal sadness on his face? That's not typical of Venti's friends. Maybe he needs a drinking buddy. No, no, no. You should just get him his drink and close out the shift.