After a few days journey they saw fire Shimmering on the river bank like starlight. They slowly crept toward the barge-crew in the night. They had talked of this time and their desires. Elvia wished to understand the music. She wanted justice for the friends she had lost, Remuneration at the heaviest cost, To wield the harp-song, and, for revenge, use it. Sherah too, was hungry for retribution, But wanted answers to questions that arose From Elvia’s story and the scene of woes To gain a full and filling resolution. So, they listened to the crew while they consumed A surprisingly lavish three course dinner, Telling tales as if there could be a winner, And drinking to predictions of others’ doom. Before the two bring consequences to bear They both want answers for their curious minds, But the stories they heard did not satisfy. They were brute brags about fights far off somewhere. A pale centaur told of how hard he could kick.
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Of Elvia and the Steam | Part 7
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After a few days journey they saw fire Shimmering on the river bank like starlight. They slowly crept toward the barge-crew in the night. They had talked of this time and their desires. Elvia wished to understand the music. She wanted justice for the friends she had lost, Remuneration at the heaviest cost, To wield the harp-song, and, for revenge, use it. Sherah too, was hungry for retribution, But wanted answers to questions that arose From Elvia’s story and the scene of woes To gain a full and filling resolution. So, they listened to the crew while they consumed A surprisingly lavish three course dinner, Telling tales as if there could be a winner, And drinking to predictions of others’ doom. Before the two bring consequences to bear They both want answers for their curious minds, But the stories they heard did not satisfy. They were brute brags about fights far off somewhere. A pale centaur told of how hard he could kick.