The skald had been a harpist once, one of the warrior-poets of his people. Then his eyes had been put out, and the sword had to be laid aside. His name was forgotten.

But when the little wild mage of Ravenwood took it into his head to give the skald new, steely-blue eyes, the warrior-poet could be both once more.

But the steel of his suffering had entered into his soul, and his sword was as relentless as his music.

(Sindre and Caoimhghin of Ravenwood... <3 )

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