Thalin watches as the warforged slowly works its way across the challenging hall way. As jets of fire shoot out at times, the bard finds his hand rhythmically rapping on the drum on his hip. It begins slowly, but forms a steady beat, and those nearest begin to hear words a Thalin begins to sing:
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Uh oh, uh oh
Host make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on the others
They'll know I’m safe with you when they stands under my colors, oh and
Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even grey, but they bury their comrade
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had, just enough time
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had, just enough time
A copper for my thoughts, oh no, I’ll sell them for a silver
They're worth so much more after I’m a goner
And maybe then you’ll hear the words I been singin’
Funny when your dead how people start listenin’
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Uh oh (uh, oh)
The ballad of a dove (uh, oh)
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep ‘em in your pocket
Save them for a time when your really gonna need them, oh
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had, just enough time
The song trails off as the refrain gets repeated, the observant noticing moisture forming at the corner of the half elf’s eyes. After a moment, he turns to the few standing near him, I think this will be my last venture. We enjoy warmth because we have been cold. We appreciate light because we have known darkness. We can experience joy because we have known sadness. By the same token, as we stare death in the face, I find I am appreciating life. I will see us through this, but then our paths diverge.