<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/42/6f/e0/426fe0f4c609afcd615a4bf8385a5dcc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sariandi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Gilded Bull<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Bard at work<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The Gilded Bull's common room was busy and smokey; a noisy mess where waitresses had to sidestep running halflings and walk over knocked over stools to deliver plates and mugs without spilling too much of their content. The tavern's staff was obviously accustomed to the chaos, as were the patrons themselves. While it could easily pass for a warzone, the tavern wasn't anymore busy or disorderly than usual.<br/><br/>Although smaller in stature than most of the patrons, Sariandi was unfazed by the chaos and in fact, felt right at home in the chaos. After a brief discussion with the innkeeper, she walked through the crowd with her lute and a large plate, striding with a confidence that contrasted with her size. Stepping up the small stair that led up the stage, she placed the empty plate in front of her at the edge of the stage then began to play a few notes on her lute, making sure the instrument was properly tuned in the process.<br/><br/>There were few reactions to her presence and to the sounds she produced, which were mostly covered by the racket, except for a few cheers and a few loud calls for her to uncover her chest. Smirking with amusement, the elf dug her hand into a pouch on her belt and threw a handful of its content in the air, which glittered as they floated, before turning into bright butterflies of pure light, fluttering around the room for a short while before disappearing and drawing a few exclamations from the crowd, also silencing it.<br/><br/>"Now that I have your attention", Sariandi said, "tonight's first tune is a tale from far away, beyond the sea to the east. Hear Amaranthae, the warrior Queen."<br/><br/>She pinched her lute and began her sung tale as the crowd's noise began anew, however much quieter now as many of the patrons listened in silence. She sang in a light and poppy voice as the rhythm of the song called for.<br/><br/><div align="center">"<em>Beyond the sea<br/>Was a princess<br/>Young and carefree<br/>Strong and fearless<br/>A queen to be<br/>Though she confessed<br/>Felt less heavy<br/>Chainmail than dress<br/><br/>Pull your bowstring, Amaranthae<br/>Follow your heart unswayed<br/>Your cause is just<br/>Your aim is true<br/>Your kingdom lost<br/>Will rise anew<br/><br/>Behind the walls<br/>In horror she watched<br/>Her kingdom fall<br/>To wrath unmatched<br/>From her parlor<br/>Window she leapt<br/>Running she swore<br/>The traitor's death<br/><br/>Pull your bowstring, Amaranthae<br/>Follow your heart unswayed<br/>Your cause is just<br/>Your aim is true<br/>Your kingdome lost<br/>Will rise anew<br/><br/>Her Godfather<br/>Had seized the throne<br/>An unsurper<br/>He would be known<br/>Queen in exile<br/>Mercenary<br/>From new allies <br/>Came an army<br/><br/>Her own castle<br/>The queen beseiged<br/>Her own uncle<br/>'s life she abrieged<br/>Her rightful wrath<br/>Now satisfied<br/>Her Kingdom's path<br/>Is hers to guide<br/><br/>Pull your bowstring, Amaranthae<br/>Follow your heart unswayed<br/>Your cause is just<br/>Your aim is true<br/>Your kingdom lost<br/>Will rise anew<br/><br/>A peaceful Queen<br/>Since she has been<br/>But threaten, plot<br/>Or betray not<br/>A Warrior Queen<br/>Such few have seen<br/>She was one day<br/>Amaranthae</em>"</div>