[it should be almost evening, and yet, the sky's still very bright like it's midday. in fact, it's still completely clear, devoid of any sun, too. huh. in any case, even from the base camp, you can hear the strumming of strings. someone's playing a song.

it sounds... awful. flat notes. parts where the music suddenly falls out of tempo and rushes to pick back up, making this attempt at a song sound sloppy. notes that are clearly out of key or incorrect. let's not forget the occasional screech from a note that's too high. ow.

follow this noise to the ruined temple down the road, and inside you'll find a man, sitting atop the boulder inside, wearing a black hat and a black cloak over some plain clothing. judging by the lute in his hands, he's the source of this ruckus. but, there's one more thing... the man is transparent. you can plainly see the wall straight through him.]

Ha-ha! I do think I'm improving quite a bit. I've even attracted an audience.

[...referring to you, of course]