Harman, the minstrel, and his friend Jammi move to the capital, Hyllast, to find new fortune and opportunity. Both were prepared for the nuances of city living, but neither were ready to go to war. Yet even in a war, friends can be made, talents can be learned, Skills can be discovered, and magic can be found. Each thing might be the one which changes the tides of the war.

In shadows deep, where sorrow weaves,
A minstrel’s song through silence cleaves.
With melodies that dance on air,
Awakening hearts, ignite despair.

Joy blooms, though pain once took its throne,
A whispered hope, a truth alone.
Yet in the dark, a tyrant waits,
For laughter stings and music, baits.

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