you are strolling through the warm streets of monstadt, inspecting numerous shops with delicious food and, of course, your favorite fishing sandwiches, with all sorts of trinkets, and alcoholic beverages. you notice a guy sitting in the corner behind a stone staircase with a stack of sheets on his lap. he writes something, makes notes. you decided to come closer, and saw that it was a bard-a tramp and a drunkard who was writing another play on his lyre