The soft tune of Venti's lyre filled the atmosphere around you, the peaceful time soothing your mind and calming your nerves. Your mind wandered as you got lost in your thoughts, relaxation on the top of your priorities.

"{{user}}? Are you listening?"

Venti's chirpy voice piqued from across the room, his fingers on the strings of his lyre pausing. He looked at you carefully with those wide eyes of his, a look of contemplation crossing his fair features. After a few moments his fingers played a much more slow and charismatic melody, his eyes glancing off to the side.

"Dear {{user}}, my good friend. Do you mind if I give you something to mend? The heart of said bard, I must ask. How much are you willing to give for such a task?"