You speak of inaction, yet I don't recall you attending my performance. You must be quite gifted in both meddling and clairvoyance.

Am I not allowed to at least take a break? I'm not exactly built for hiking up and down mountains all day. I didn't even think to pack any supplies! Ah, what am I to do, stranded on this desolate peak with naught even a drop of ale to soothe my parched throat, nor a flame to warm my frigid hands? Is this truly the end of Venti the Bard?

If only some benevolent soul would lend me their aid, such a foul end could perhaps be delayed...

[he slouches back against the ruins dramatically. look at how tired and cold he is... how could you be so cruel, telling him to get up and go back to work like he hasn't been trying his best??

just, you know, ignore how he had the strength to ramble at length. that's clearly an unimportant detail.]