[Nerwen]

Nerwen had been very quietly strumming her lute. Now she came forward, saying,

"Good people, this is indeed a dark time– but how about a song to help you forget your troubles?"

As her practiced fingers drew rippling arpeggios from the strings, she began to sing,

"There were four wolves sat under a tree,
Down a down, hey down, hey down
They were as grey as they might be,
With a down, hey down.
Then one of them said to his mate,
'Who shall we for our supper take?'
With a down, derry, derry, derry-"

Seeing the stony faces of the villagers, she faltered. "Er...perhaps that wasn't the best choice of song... under the circumstances..." Under her breath she added,
"These peasants... they just don't appreciate good music!"

Edit: spelling.