Beneath the gleaming spires of the City-State of Peculiar, where the sun dips into the horizon and paints the sky with hues of burnt orange and crimson, there lived a man named Bob.
Bob was known far and wide for his unparalleled ability to spin tales that could make the gods weep with laughter and the stones cry out in joy. His words were a potent elixir, brewed with the finest ingredients of whimsy and wonder.
His clients included the esteemed Council of Elders, the enigmatic Order of the Veiled Ones, and even the mischievous band of thieves known as the Shadowhand.
But beware, traveler, for Bob's tales came with a price: a small, yet significant, increase in your water bill. It's a small price to pay for a good night's sleep, don't you think?