"Well done!"
Just then, an unexpected voice rang out by the table.
The musician excitedly slapped his thigh, like he'd just returned from another new world, and marveled at the people around the tavern table: "This writing is incredible!"
"The word choice is vivid, the sentences are clear, the plot is thrilling, the characters are lively—what's even more commendable is, it even rhymes?" He asked, incredulous: "In this godforsaken place, someone actually understands the mighty power of rhyme?"
He fervently flipped through every corner of the booklet and finally found the author's name on the edge of the last page: "Jacob Green?"
"Jacob Green?" The musician mouthed the name, slapped his thigh again, and said emphatically: "This person is worth meeting!"
Only then did the musician realize the atmosphere at the table was not quite right.
