The warm tavern and the people able to live gives me hope. I had already placed Lavia next to me, and I wasn't even thinking about anything in particular when I first strummed her strings, lightly trying out a melody. I tried out some words with a simple structure that allowed me to build on them as I went along.
My song starts with how we arrived alone to an even more lonely city. Ice holding both life and death hostage and no raven but my own. Amongst people of glass, we found light drawing the cold into the world. I sing of my companions and sighting a frightful dragon. Ice in the creature's lair, creating see-through covers over snowy seals. The magic broken, life and death returned and ice thawed.
The melody turns from a cold sorrow to a smouldering tale of righting a wrong. I sing of the distraction that let us escape the dragon's lair and see warmth throughout the palace and the city. The dead may die and find their rest as the living live and may follow their fate. My song declares the vision from the Raven Queen, showing the dragon's demise, and portrays our mission back to that dangerous foe. With a crescendo, I tell of the tunnel we collapsed in order to slay our ice-cold prey.
Towards the end, I give a line or two each to those who are to thank. Ellywick, fearless hunter. Dworik, resourceful and wise. Phennyr, loyal and strong. Vax'ildan, a watchful protector. I give a thank you to Kynan, who risked his life to give us a winnable battle. With gentle caress of the frame, I mention Lavia, with us in spirit when she can't be in the flesh.
The applause after my final note caught me off guard and I look up. An attempt to tell Lavia about what had happened seemed to have gathered most of the tavern. I need more to drink. And there seem to be some festivities coming, which I'm looking forward to. The tension leaving me as I see off of these people moving makes me so happy I can barely keep myself from crying.