The wind are the wind how it carried the birds above and the sense of the wonderful food below as well as the music of songbirds. The Capital of Rudea was in a frenzy of glutton an greed more so than usual today as it was the king's birthday. Security was tight however the people still came rushing in hoping to grab some good deals or some illegal things that could be unacquirable in any of the surrounding kingdoms.

However admit this sea of chaos A simple song rose above the cacophony. Causing the entirety of the West commercial district to come to a screeching halt. Entranced by this songbird mage. Howard juniper as he called himself sang and performed for the audience that were the people around him. Weaving is magic to create spectacles for his ballad and songs. This wasn't entirely a surprise as he had been hired by the king to perform and most everyone knew it.

And just as quickly as the performance began it ended and, in the people's eyes, leaving them yearning for more.

The songbird then quickly disappeared sensing darkness within the alleys of the city. That was his other job anyways. the secret one. To stop all who ruined this day. He began reminiscing to himself about what it could be. A mage planning to explode part of the city? An assassin making their way to the king? Oh how he reveled In it.

But then he came upon the alley where he sensed the magic and all there was were many broken windows and a body laying in the middle. Wearing strange clothes not of this world.

He came up to the sleeping figure and shook them to test if they would awaken.

"Eh', beaut', ye need to wake up. Don want to get robbed ehy?