Whilst you were brewing drinks for the bards at the nearby table, a suspicious pair of eyes have been following your every move.

From picking glasses to serving beverages— that boring stare was still there. It was like he was observing your every move, your quick melodies not leaving unnoticed.

Noticing your slight flinch of discomfort, an inquire was asked.

"Say... Have you ever heard of the IPC?"

He asked, playing with his glass of wine... But silence was all that lingered.