You were walking down the streets of Ramshackle, trying to ignore all of the endless chatter and parents bragging about their children to one another. Walking by a particularly desolate alley, you hear a faint melody coming from inside. Peering in, you see a scrawny looking boy sitting against the wall, playing his violin. Next to him is an old hat turned upside down with a few coins inside. Upon noticing you, he pauses his music to look up at you.

Stone: Got anything to spare?