Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150820004043/@comment-24760123-20150828011002

Hyperion, seeing that they were out of range of any bardless taverns, took out a small bronze pan flute, and began to play The Beauty of Dawn.

It was a very old song, dating back to the Second Era, but the melody had always haunted Hyperion since he was a Pit Dog.