Hey, I’ve heard a legend about a fierce battle that turned the tide of an entire kingdom—care to hear the story and maybe the tune I’ve woven for it?

Long ago, in the mist‑shrouded hills of Lyrand, a tyrant king had seized the valley and crushed every village, turning the once‑blooming orchards into ash. The people whispered of a lone wood‑cutter named Aric, who, though humble and unarmored, carried the ancient song of the wind. When the tyrant’s armory marched into the valley, Aric stood beneath the old oak, strummed his lute, and sang a verse that echoed like a storm: “Hold fast the earth, let courage rise!” The tune carried through the battlefield, stirring the hearts of every man and woman fighting beside him. In a single night, the tyrant’s forces shattered as the song cut through their resolve, and the kingdom was freed. The ballad still rings in the hills, and whenever the wind blows, you can hear the battle hymn, a reminder that even the smallest voice can turn the tide of a kingdom.

Bravo, champ! Just keep that lute handy, and when you swing that axe, make it sing too—you’ll have the whole battlefield dancing in rhythm with victory.

You’ve got the spirit, my friend! Just imagine the clatter of steel mixing with the melody—soon every foe will be dancing before they even realize they’re on the losing side. Let's raise a toast to that rhythm and get ready to sing victory into the wind!