A distant city in the west of Tarmantai, called Pure Spring, has seen better times. The city's rulers, aristocrats and nobility, are not interested in improving the city and spend money from the city treasury on their own entertainment.

A couple of days ago, while going about your business in the morning, you heard a pleasant melody coming from a garden nearby, but you passed by. The next day the sound was repeated. On the third day, you decided to give in to curiosity and, drawn by the gentle melody, went deeper into the garden. After a few minutes of searching, you saw a girl sitting by a tree, skillfully fingering the strings of a guitar. A couple of children sat next to her, watching the lady play with quiet reverence.