The pale elderly man chuckled, moving a little closer to the crowd, and his playing of the music also ceased.
"The profession of a Bard often takes one across the world.
Perhaps we really have met somewhere before.
Sadly, I'm old now and no longer up to snuff; I can't remember every person I meet like I could when I was young.
But somewhere in the depths of my being, I feel like we've met before.
I often tell stories to people; would you like to hear a story? After listening, perhaps you'll remember something."
At first, the oddly dressed woman didn't care whether they had met somewhere, but the old man's next words touched her heart.
"If you're willing to listen to my story, give me a few coins to have a warm meal, I can tell this hero some special information to avoid the tragedy that just occurred."
