The young bard Elara, with a scarred fiddle and a sharp wit, went to the central hearth. She began with a low, droning open string, like a dragon's first morning breath.
Elara bowed. In the back, an old knight wiped a tear. He hadn't seen a dragon in forty years, but he had been flying. Additional details could include: Fantasy Medieval Music - Dance with Dragons
As Elara played the final note, the tavern fell silent. Then, applause shook the ceiling. The young bard Elara, with a scarred fiddle
The grime of the medieval world vanished. There were no taxes, harvests, or wars. There was only the soaring melody. The young bard Elara