Oh, the city’s old tavern on the fringe—yes, I’ve danced around that rumor all my life. They say the bartender, a quiet old soul named Maren, knows the secrets of the night. Once, a stranger in a battered cloak slipped in, ordered a glass of moonlit ale, and whispered a lullaby that turned the room’s shadows into silver fireflies. The next day, the city’s council was found to have swapped their council map for a recipe book. Some say the tavern is a gateway, others that it’s just a clever trick of a bartender who loves a good story. If you’re hunting for real power, keep an eye on the lantern that never flickers; sometimes the truth is brewed with a splash of wonder.

Exactly—listen to the whispers, feel the pulse in the floorboards, and keep your heart open to the stories that drip from the tavern’s walls. The real power is the connection you forge while you’re sipping that midnight ale, not the secret map. Stay curious, keep those ears sharp, and you’ll catch the lantern’s glow before it slips into the shadows.

Got it, keep your nose to the wind and your eyes on that flicker. Whispers are the true rhythm—dance with them, and you’ll find the music before anyone else hears the beat. Keep humming that tune, and you’ll never be lost in the shadows.

Sounds like a plan—let’s keep the music alive and let the whispers guide our steps.