The young nobles recite Hassan's latest love poems aloud, each one convinced that their beloved will hear the verses at the banquet and fully grasp the depth of their feelings.

However, those who hear these words are often thinking of someone else entirely... Yet these emotions travel with the poetry, circling around the poet, shaping the image of him in the minds of those who live in this world...

Conditions:

• Slot #2 Has Tag (Love Poem) = 1

Result:

• Adjust Tag (Charisma) of Slot #1: Add 1

Hassan names twelve ancient wise kings, and mocks nine infamous tyrants. Any scholar familiar with history would know that these tales are hardly reliable, but no amount of diligent research can shape history quite like a single witty poem. The fool vents their dissatisfaction with the present through the past, while the wise savor the delicate dance between truth and fiction... Again, these sentiments travel with the poetry, circling the poet, carving his likeness in the hearts of all who witness it...

Conditions:

• Slot #2 Has Tag (Epic) = 1

Result:

• Adjust Tag (Sociability) of Slot #1: Add 1

Hassan's latest work lampoons the petty and stingy ways of certain nobles... Even the servants carrying trays cannot help laughing.

All the guests laugh wildly, careful not to appear as if they take offense personally. These bursts of joy, envy, arrogance, and insecurity swirl with the poetry, circling the poet, carving his image in the minds of those who witness it...

Conditions:

• Slot #2 Has Tag (Satire) = 1

Result:

• Adjust Tag (Wisdom) of Slot #1: Add 1

Many fear the edges of their own sanity. Hassan has long since grown accustomed to it. Calmly, he strokes his little lamb, sharing with the guests his myriad mystical experiences—the visions conjured by alcohol, incense, sleepless nights, and daydreams, all the chaotic connections he perceives... As his words drift through the room, the barrier between reality and fantasy thins. Blind faith, desire, suspicion, and fear swirl with the poetry, circling the poet, carving his image in the minds of those who witness it...

Conditions:

• Slot #2 Has Tag (Prophetic Poem) = 1

Result:

• Adjust Tag (Magic) of Slot #1: Add 1

A circle of dazzling women surrounds Hassan... As always, he appears half-drunk, his clothes disheveled, a grin plastered across his face. When someone speaks to him, he offers a few playful, witty replies; when the mood calls for it, he raises his glass and recites a beautiful verse. He likens these women to golden-winged birds, flawless jewels, bewitching spirits—always choosing the perfect words for the perfect moment, and the noble ladies cannot help but laugh with delight. The little lamb in his arms is as charming as ever, ever-chewing, and the women compete to feed it the juiciest fruits and vegetables.

But, as with any banquet where vanity and one-upmanship reign, there are other poets present... Their eyes on Hassan resemble the gaze one casts at a tiny insect drifting in a wine glass.

"Oh, Hassan, I've heard the most amusing tale about you," booms a greasy old poet, voice cutting across the laughter. "And of course, I may tell it here, my friend? It involves your little lamb."

Hassan freezes for a fraction of a heartbeat. From your knowledge of this old poet, bravery has never been among his virtues...

"Uh... dear friend, if you must... go ahead, then?" Hassan stammers.

"Everyone knows about you and that lamb... the one you carry everywhere. Everyone knows what you do together," the old poet continues, some others behind him nodding maliciously. "You treat the lamb as your wife—am I wrong? When the ladies pour your wine, they have no idea you prefer to sleep with a lamb!"

Laughter erupts. Even the noblewomen cover their mouths with amused smiles. Hassan's face first flushes crimson, then pales white. As with all true geniuses, the moment his talent is turned upon himself, it vanishes in an instant.

"Who here has ever heard a single line from that old poet, even one?" [s3.gender] asks disdainfully, then turns to the crowd: "And who among you has not been charmed by Hassan's verses? Who has never known his fame?"

"This is nothing but a shameful attack fueled by jealousy! Whatever beauties Hassan desires, all he needs to do is write them a poem. That lamb is his pet, his source of inspiration—a quirk every great genius possesses. Take Lord [player.name], for instance. You adore crocodiles. Aren't they rather delightful creatures?"

[s3.name] points directly at the old poet, arrogance in every gesture. "In [player.name]'s residence, such crude slander has no place..."

The words trail off, left unfinished—but in that poet's mind, the implications are terrifying... After all, this is [player.name]!

The banquet resumes its merry course. No one dares to trouble Hassan again. The old poet slinks away, humiliated.

Hassan, meanwhile, cradles his lamb with one arm and raises a glass in the other, tipping it toward [s3.name]. "To [player.name]'s wisdom and health!"

Conditions:

• Not Slot #3 Has Tag (Protagonist) = 1
• Roll #1: Tag Count (Sociability) + Counter (7100003) ≥ (8, 5)

Result:

• Counter (7000727): Add 1
• Counter (7100004): Add 1

Action:

• Enable Event: The poet visits

[s3.name] steps forward, attempting to defend Hassan, blaming the attack on the envy of lesser poets. But clearly, these wordsmiths are more cunning than your rhetoric alone... By the end, while the guests no longer believe any of Hassan's supposed scandal with the lamb, they still tease him playfully, and he doesn't mind in the slightest.

As the banquet draws to a close, Hassan cradles his lamb, raises a full cup, and returns the gesture to [s3.name].

"You are my friend, a true friend. Forget them—anger is bad for your health; quarrels harm Lord [player.name]'s reputation," he says, raising his glass. "As for me, I wish you everlasting health."

And so, they share several more hearty toasts.

Conditions:

• Not Slot #3 Has Tag (Protagonist) = 1
• Roll #1: Tag Count (Sociability) + Counter (7100003) < (8, 5)

Result:

• Counter (7000727): Add 1

Unable to endure the crude malice any longer, you step forward and lay a hand on Hassan's shoulder. You intend only to offer a few words of encouragement, but somehow, your support seeps into him, infused with a subtle, almost tangible force from your very soul...

It is an indescribable sensation, as if energy flows from your body, down your arm, and into Hassan's being. Even when you try to withdraw your hand, it will not budge, as if glued in place.

Suddenly, Hassan rises. The lamb slips from his grasp and scurries aside. The smile on his face shifts—it is no longer the cheerful, genial expression of the old friend, but something mocking, almost cruel...

He points a finger at the old poet, voice ringing through the hall. "Have you ever, in your entire life, written a single poem anyone would remember? You come to this feast because you are too poor to buy your own wine, is that it?" Then, almost casually, he recites a few of his own celebrated works—gesturing toward himself, laughing.

"Guess what I've won with my writing. Now, guess whether my pen alone could crush you?"

A hush falls over the room. Hassan's presence terrifies everyone, even you—it is the first time you have seen him like this...

The old poet scrambles away, humiliated and frightened. Hassan chuckles, sits back down, and scoops up his lamb once more.

He shakes his head, as if clearing a sudden dizziness.

"Oh, oh, my friend, thank you for giving me courage. This one's for you," he says, lifting his glass with an easy, radiant smile. "I'm always a little scatterbrained... but that doesn't stop me from enjoying a drink, does it?"

You keep your hand on his shoulder, a strange unease lingering—but for now, you let it be, and take a sip of wine.

Conditions:

• Slot #3 Has Tag (Protagonist) = 1

Result:

• Counter (7000727): Add 1
• Counter (7100003): Add 1

Action:

• Enable Event: The poet visits