It's been a busy day in Cordona. The city is buzzing with the preparations for the annual summer festival. You bring the day to a close with a nice afternoon tea at a small café overlooking the bay. You notice a man at a table nearby, hunched over a worn notebook, frantically sketching something. Suddenly he looks up, his eyes intense. "Excuse me, does this happen to look familiar to you?" He asks politely, a strong british accent to his pronunciation. He shows his sketch to you.
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