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[[Defenders Of The Lute]]
==Song==
You begin to sing "Defenders Of The Lute", a tale of faith, by Fraction Matrevyn.

:"Within the sewer's endless night
:Join ranger, healer, bard and knight
:Sworn comrades in one cause to fight.
:Defenders of the Lute."

:"The slaughtered Halfling children's wail
:Arises over Arthe Dale,
:We know our vigil must not fail.
:Defenders of the Lute."

:"Like days of yore, when stilled was song,
:Our foe is pitiless and strong,
:Our hearts ache to avenge the wrong.
:Defenders of the Lute."

:"With faith that dread can ne'er exhaust
:We shall stand firm, nor count the cost,
:For if it falls, then all is lost.
:Defenders of the Lute."

:"So may its purpose be fulfilled
:This sacred heirloom of our guild
:In every birth some blood is spilled.
:Defenders of the Lute."

:"If we survive, past hope and fear,
:We pledge to gather once a year
:Recounting all that happened here.
:Defenders of the Lute."

The last note hangs in the air like a battle cry.

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Look: Defenders of the Lute - Bardic Song Scroll
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Sources: Sold by Nakuge's Scriptorium for 550 Lirums
Source is Nakuge's Scriptorium

Song

You begin to sing "Defenders Of The Lute", a tale of faith, by Fraction Matrevyn.

"Within the sewer's endless night
Join ranger, healer, bard and knight
Sworn comrades in one cause to fight.
Defenders of the Lute."
"The slaughtered Halfling children's wail
Arises over Arthe Dale,
We know our vigil must not fail.
Defenders of the Lute."
"Like days of yore, when stilled was song,
Our foe is pitiless and strong,
Our hearts ache to avenge the wrong.
Defenders of the Lute."
"With faith that dread can ne'er exhaust
We shall stand firm, nor count the cost,
For if it falls, then all is lost.
Defenders of the Lute."
"So may its purpose be fulfilled
This sacred heirloom of our guild
In every birth some blood is spilled.
Defenders of the Lute."
"If we survive, past hope and fear,
We pledge to gather once a year
Recounting all that happened here.
Defenders of the Lute."

The last note hangs in the air like a battle cry.