The medley reached its peak, bleeding into the sagas of "Freya" and "Catherine." These were the songs of individuals. They were the faces in the courtyard, the people who traded their lives to stand against the Breach.
As the tempo shifted, the chords brightened into "Enchanter." The music became sharp. It spoke of the Vivienne-led circles. It reminded those listening that even in a world tearing apart, beauty could be found.
As the final note faded, the tavern remained silent. The bard leaned back. The medley had told the only story that mattered: that out of the songs of the fallen, a harmony had risen to meet the dawn.