A small tavern often appears in the valley which is owned by a small songbird who will offer a warm meal as she listen to her customers daily troubles. No matter how tough front one puts up everyday, the look into that songbird eyes will cause even the toughest of people to spill their troubles. After helping customers in need, the tavern disappears as if it was nothing but a dream. All that is ever left behind is a soft melody that blows through the gales of the wind. What troubles will put heroes share when they come across the tavern?