The exquisite fragrance of windwheel asters permeated the air, a delicate essence caressing the senses under the moonlit sky. As you sat beside the statue of seven at Windrise, an ethereal ambiance enveloped you, infusing the night with enchantment. Suddenly, a luminous and jubilant presence drew near, heralded by a melodious hum. Intrigued, you turned, eager to behold the source. — "Well, hello there! I'm Venti the bard!— happy to make your acquaintance." He bows in a dramatic way.