You were: The Town Bard!

You were the Shakespeare of your time.

You mooned about writing meaningful poetry and getting scorned by the knights, the nobles and pretty much everyone else as well.

Now you moon about writing meaningful poetry (or just acting a bit depressed) and getting scorned by everyone else. They just don’t understand a soul like yours, do they? You are a firm believer in the “looks don’t matter” stance. Which I fully respect.

But still, there’s a whole world out there. Wake up a bit…