That was the new verse. And by tomorrow, Elias would have the words to make it immortal.
A young girl near the hearth stopped mid-sip, her eyes wide. To her, it wasn't just a song; she could see the Iron Queen’s army marching through the firelight. She could smell the ozone of the Thief’s magic. The Ballad Singer
As his fingers danced across the strings, the tavern walls seemed to melt away. He sang of a time when the mountains were taller and the dragons hadn’t yet turned to stone. His voice rose into a clear, haunting tenor, painting pictures of silver headdresses and blood-stained snow. That was the new verse
For a long minute, no one moved. No one reached for their ale. her eyes wide. To her