Charity Concert

Once a year, the Windblume festival is held as a celebration of freedom and the Anemo archon. Citizens hold all kinds of events, cook food, and drink festive spirits all week long. This year, the Church hosted a charity concert stating the one and only popular idol of the people, Barbara. Live on stage in the center of town, Barabara perfomed music with the accompaniment of the choir and an drunk bard, while in between songs, members of the both the Knights of Favonius and the Church would bring out items to auction to the crowd. These ranged from fresh sunsettias, commissioned artwork from Albedo himself, hand made pottery, rare wine from Dawn Winery, and much much more.

Barbara sat down back stage, finally taking a sigh of relief and a good breather from all the performances. That was until she heard a commotion coming from nearby. “We’re still not there yet, the target amount is so close too!” “Do we have anything else we can sell? We can’t go down like this.” Barbara wandered over to find two of the event organizers in a state of panic. “What’s wrong? Is everything alright?” Barbara asked curiously. The two men looked up, and answered. “Oh yes, it’s just, we’re short of the targeted funds raised for the city this year, and we’ve already run out of items to auction off…” the first man said in a state of defeat. “Oh no that’s terrible, is there anything I can do to help?” A idea struck the second man like a bolt of lightning. “Uhhhh yes actually, would you mind selling your hat to the crowd? Your fans are a little too devoted and it might be enough to push us over the threshold.” Barbara was a little taken aback but felt it was the right thing to do. “Sure, leave it to me!” She replied cheerfully, and hopped back onto the stage. “Alright everyone!” Barbara cheered. “We’re just short of the targeted amount, so we’re trying to make the last few mora we need!” She raised her hands up and lifted her delicate hat off her head. “Who would like to buy my very own hat?” She asked meekly. The crowd exploded, people yelling over each other, pushing and shoving. “10,000 mora!!!” One voice shouted. “13,000!” Yelled another.

After the yelling was finally quieted down, a happy individual received the hat, and went along his way. Meanwhile the organizers, realized they’d struck a goldmine and decided to see how high they could raise the goal line.