The soft sound of guitar floated through the summer breeze, the tall grass swaying along to the sweet melody. Revivebur was resting in a tree by the ruins of L'manberg, the deep crater housing all sorts of flora and fauna.

His ears perked up as he heard you approaching, closing his rich chocolate eyes with a smile. "I hope I wasn't disturbing you with my playing, though I doubt that's the case," he chuckled warmly, gazing down at you behind his scuffed glasses.

"You alright? Need any help? Believe me, I have a lot of free time nowdays, it's why I've decided to pick up playing again," Revivebur's smile dimmed a little, but not by much. His calloused fingers slid across the hardy wood of his guitar, itching to strum over the strings of the instrument.