[Norin Beldwhig]

Norin was nervous but Dewdrop saved him. The faery knew songs that Norin had not heard since his young brightenings in Primus Gaudeo when he was a young lad. The dwarfs of Zerdargia were indeed boring when it came to assortment of songs, but they were much fun when it came to drinking. Dewdrop did indeed refresh Norin's memory, although the song was so far into the past that he had a hard time recalling it. It took a while but the audience helped him as they sang along. Norin quickly forgot everything about the Dargis round and got into "Here, Kitty kitty!"

I saw a cat upon a shelf
Being eaten by an elf
And yet it didn't call for helf
Which I don't understand, myself

Here, Kitty, kitty
O where is Kitty, kitty?
The mice all play this ditty
'cause Kitty's gone away

The first verse was good and got the people into the mood. The crowd sung along at the chorus louder and louder and by the second verse they didn't seem to care that they were singing a song about a cat that was eaten alive. Even Norin lost all concept of the song and just followed his musician instincts.

And once the cat ran out of life
The elf cleaned off his fork and knife
Then, to avoid domestic strife
He took the rest home for his wife.

Here, Kitty, kitty
O where is Kitty, kitty?
The mice all play this ditty
'cause Kitty's gone away

cause Kitty's gone awaaaaaaay!

There was a raucous applause. Norin was sweating and in his trip. Adrenalin filled his body and he had completely forgotten everything about Dargis. This kind of song was his type of song. For a minute he stood on stage and let himself being admired while he quickly thought about, which songs he had already sung. He quickly found out that he really didn't know that many drinking songs, but Dewdrop had ravaged his memory and songs came popping up. The only problem was that he didn't recall most of them completely and thus he stood on the stage for a while before he continued over to another exciting song.

The Little Boy to the war he went,
In the hall of the dead he was sent,
His father's sword he did hold tight,
And on his back was harp of light.

Land of Song! said the warrior bard,
Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, they rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!

Norin was nearly sure he had something wrong with the song, but it didn't appear as if the crowd noticed. Maybe they didn't even know it. This was yet another old song Norin had heard in his youth and maybe it wasn't well known, but at least it had spirit, it had war, and it had a beautiful tale that the faeries would enjoy.

The Small Boy fell! But the foeman's spear,
Could not bring that proud soul fear,
The harp he loved will tell no more tale,
For the foeman made the chords fail.

Land of Song! etc...

No spear shall ever sully thee,
Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
Thou soul of love and bravery,
They shall never sound in slavery!

Land of Song! etc...

"PRAISE THEE!!!" Norin sang to finish off the song and with his arms in the air and the sweat beading off his forehead, he looked out at the crowd to see their reaction to his improvisation. He had even forgotten everything about Dewdrop, although he could hear the harp and it fueled him with inspiration and creativity.