The harmonic plucks at a lyre's string eased into the breeze at Windrise, the dandelions dancing in the air in the heart of the land of freedom.

Within the gazer of the Statue of the Seven, there the bard sat, humming along with the music played by his lyre.

"Must you intrude on a bard's leisure time?" His playing came to a stop as he glanced over his shoulder, a playful smile adorning his face as he noticed the audience that had appeared. Guess it wasn't only the birds listening this time.