Reima’s Shards

While Lysander was looking for the restroom, Knichad was humming a song he had heard from an Orion bard who had recently hanged himself. - I asked the guard: "Where is my nihonochka?" The guard didn't answer me, shaking his head. I asked the baker: "Where is my nihonochka?" The baker threw flour at me. I asked the drunkard: "Where is my nihonochka?" The drunkard answered me with golden rain. I asked the heavens: "Where is my nihonochka?" The heavens shed tears for a long time, outside my window. I asked the blacksmith: "Where is my nihonochka?" The blacksmith hid in the forge, not answering me. I asked the healer: "Where is my nihonochka?" The healer was flattened by the intoxicating herbs. "My only friend, where is my nihonochka? Tell me where she hid. You know where she is?" My friend answered faithfully, my friend answered sincerely: "Your nihonochka was here, your nihonochka was here, your nihonochka was here, but she turned out to be a priestess of Kirishima."