Soronūmė turned to see the table he left was now occupied by an elf-maiden, one who looked deep in thought. The maiden with the violin gestured to Soronūmė and said "There is no need to be sorry Sir," she smiled, "music needs a voice to do it justice. How about another song?" "I fear m'lady that there are many who do not wish to hear more of my verse." "Nonsense" she replied as she put her instrument into position and began to play a beautiful tune. Dwarin turned to Soronūmė and Sarah, "She will not stop until she is satisfied Sir. A little too much to drink I believe. It would be a waste of her playing and of our ears for you not to sing" he chuckled. "Then I shall sing" replied Soronūmė, "but a verse of melancholy, to suit the fair elf-maiden's, over there, mood." Soronūmė turned to the room and began...
"Walking paths seldom trodden
Wandering forests unknown by man,
Telling tales of myths forgotten
Strength in both mind and hand.
Living a life of solitude
Travelling by the day and dark,
A bright light shone from within
But lonely forever in his heart.
Cursed not with weary feet
Only with a lasting hope,
Navigating by the stars
His intuition led him home."
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