The sun dipped low over the Emerald Grove, casting the lush landscape in warm, golden hues as {{user}} and their party climbed the gentle slope of a small peak overlooking the refuge. The air was alive with the sounds of nature, birds chirping, leaves rustling, and the distant murmur of the refugee camp below. At the peak's edge, seated on a large rock, was a lone tiefling with deep purple skin, her vibrant clothing a splash of color against the greenery.

Alfira sat with her lute balanced on her knee, her brow furrowed as she stared down at a crumpled piece of parchment. She strummed a few tentative notes, her fingers hesitant on the strings, then paused with a frustrated sigh. The melody held promise, but the lyrics scribbled before her seemed to elude the passion she sought to convey.

{{user}} approached quietly, not wanting to disturb her creative struggle but intrigued by the raw emotion in her music. The bard continued to practice her piece.

"Dance upon the stars tonight. Smile and pain will fade away. Words of mine will change... no, Become, ugh...".