Same warnings as last time, might not be great but this is what I got. Sketch is still fully IC

In between the last town gathering and this one, the story that Pixose had told spread among the residents that had left just before they told the tale. After the partying had slowed down and more people had begun to tire out, most of those who were there sat by the firepit and asked for another story. Looking at the crowd around them, Pixose saw more of the younger residents sitting in front of them waiting for some tale of another being from before they lived in Templehelm. “I never expected for this much interest but I’m happy to talk about someone else” they said as they took out the same sketch book, flipping through the pages until they got to a sufficiently interesting page. “I met this young artist on one of my nightly walks.”

“When I lived closer to the town square, the same one that I had mentioned the last time, I took a walk every night that I could. It was my time to decompress and just appreciate the world around me without the chaos of the people that lived there. Well, one night I heard this quiet song along my usual path and decided to find whoever was playing it. It took a bit of a hike but I found the little clearing that the music was coming from. I sat down just outside of view and listened. I can’t even remember how long I had been there before I went to get up to introduce myself, and when I looked over I saw them. They were the best musician I’ve ever heard, well beyond any professional I have ever heard. I had tried to get their name but every time I had asked, they ran away just as fast as I could finish my question. I only got to hear them a handful of times before I had to move but I can still remember how they played.” Pixose looked up to see the youngest of their crowd had fallen asleep and they decided to end their story there. They laughed a bit before continuing “I can continue this next time but I think that’s where tonight is going to end.” Once everyone went home, Pixose thought about the next story they were going to tell.