Umm… Leave it to me. I'm used to observing the traces left behind by other people's work, and experiencing the persistence, joy and excitement therein. I can see the commitment in your to-do list, Doctor.

Are you looking for the source of the music? It's the musical enchantment on this cup. Most music in Leithanian cities are created with Arts. From statues to fountains to murals, virtually anything can become a device for playing music. Would you care for a drink? I recommend this song to pair with anything alcoholic.

Sorry. Criticism of music is best left to listeners and creators. I'm simply a tuner with perfect pitch, and I know my place. They say one only understands the importance of talent once one has worked hard. Well, I know I have no talent, so there's no need for me to work that hard.

I come from a small town where tourism is the main industry. I designed the music of every nook and cranny in the marketplace, so the melody will follow you with every step you take. Oh, there is even a famous blindfolded musical pathfinding competition with a decent prize pool. You should have a go, Doctor. Me? No, I'm one of the judges.

Can you take a look at this proposal? Basically, I'll set Arts to play different background music in different areas, which will improve everyone's experience at leisure and work. I've left this area empty, because I thought you should set your own playlist for sleepless nights.

'Turning the marketplace into a splendid bastion of culture'? That's just the copywriter spinning words around. All I am is a humble tuner. But you can find so many examples of remarkable creativity cast aside in a forgotten corner, unnoticed by others. I do my little part in gathering them up and playing them for children to appreciate.

This group photo…? I… was troubled by my lack of talent at the time. I hung it in my room to remind myself to live without regret. Oh, I didn't explain why I'm not in the photo, did I? Well... I never graduated.

Shh! Can you hear my flowers? I added musical Arts to the flowers sent to Medical, and I'm one piece away from completing the suite. I don't want the patients to suffer any regret, because in their eyes, I'm a healer too. It's not always recovery that makes patients happy, if I am not wrong.

Medical says they want to help me find the reason I can't sing in tune. I know it's not an illness, but the result of being scorned by those who live atop the spires. I don't like the feeling of expectations placed on me. Fortunately, it is possible to tune out the noise, and tuners never have regrets.

Sorry, I didn't mean it. Perhaps the duet was a little too hypnotizing?

Don't worry, I've entrusted my work in Leithanien to my colleagues there. I'm afraid you're mistaken, they're inveterate workaholics, just like me.

It's very complex, like a passionate fugue.

I'm being recognized? Simply for doing my job? Okay. I have quite a few colleagues in Leithanien. I think they will be very interested in joining Rhodes Island. Care to consider it, Doctor?

The journey helped me see clearly and understand it. The wonderful music of the cities comes not from god-given talent, but the concerted effort of tireless tuners. That's what I aspire to be—one whose work is ordinary, unremarkable, but indispensable.

I'll be in tune with you.

Do you need me… to give the cue?

The horn sounds. Now, beat the drums.

It's time to cut the noise.

Here. I'm listening.

Eh? What did you say?

Oh, it's my turn.

I'll give it a try.

Ready, four-four time.

Too low. From the top.

Let the arpeggio cascade.

This is my range.

They gave up before we got to the cadence. Looks like the program doesn't need to be too long.

This is an elegy for them to mourn themselves.

It's not such a bad thing to rush through a passage that's out-of-tune.

Ugh! I need to wash my ears out.

Quiet, like a sheet of paper without notes or staff lines. I'll set it up.

I can hear you, you know.

My horns are not a percussion instrument, Doctor.

Arknights.

The celebration can wait. I'm maintaining the musical order of the festival; those who work behind the scenes only get to enjoy the celebrations after the curtain falls. It's not that I don't like a lively scene; my blessings are with everyone, in each and every note. The tuner does not leave until the music has ended.

Hello, Doctor. Here's a special suite of music for you to play on deck. A little applause would make it even more pleasing.

Happy birthday, Doctor. My gift is imbued with musical Arts, playing back a song cover I performed myself. I'm sure the original is much better and… actually in tune. But I guarantee this song is more memorable than any other.

It used to be hard for me to ignore regret. I tried, only to realize it wasn't really necessary. A rousing melody can stay in the climax, and a settled note is no longer noise, just as everyone on Rhodes Island has found their home.