Re: the tunnels tremble with anticipation.
Ynavera had settled herself into a protected position near the centre of the inn. She had removed her armour and was using it as a footstool while she tuned her instrument.
She heard rumours about how bad it was against the dwarfs, but her people were holding their own, if barely, but it wasn't really suitable material to compose into a song. It was only when the wearied members of the last patrol entered the grounds that she had received something of use. She plucked a string and listened to its note as she talked to herself, trying to decide where to start with this new rumour.
"Waltz of the sword dwarf? Promenading the dwarf? Courtship of the dwarf?" She shrugged, maybe the title would come after a few lines.
It wasn't a performance, yet, so she whispered the words oblivious to anyone else listening. "So it was when,
From our fair home
And under ston-ed sky.
The dwarfs from deeper in the loam
Did come awandering by." She chewed her lips and tried to work out the next section.
"The leader was a stalwart fellow
Brave and handsome in the deep.
His voice not gruff
But low and mellow,
Had declared no wish for sleep.
'To try my steps with a lady fair
Is all my hearts desire.'
And with that vision
He banished care
And came to risk our ire." She stopped again and drummed her fingers on the table top. This next bit was going to be tricky, but causing offence in the name of merriment was part of her job, though this was probably out beyond safety and fishing in the dark as far as risky lyrics were concerned. As she worked through the rest of the words her voice began to rise as she sensed the end of the ditty was near.
"She was a lithe and feral blade,
With death shadowed in her stance.
It was this lady
Who met the dwarf
Who was looking for a dance.
They met in a ballroom cavern;
Just beyond our walls.
Their instruments were echoes
of blade on blade,
Singing seductive calls.
Round and round and through and through
They danced among crenellations.
Never touching,
Glances fleeting,
Among the celebrations
Of hand to hand
And step to step of this dancing in the deep.
Until at last the proud young dwarf,
Fell gently into sleep." Satisfied at having finished, she made final adjustments to her instrument and began to pay attention to the wider inn.
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