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Yandril looked on in horror as the goblins began to surround them, cutting off their escape route. The party was already in shambles: their wizard was weakened, and their archer nearly out of arrows. All that was left was the warrior Frael's battered mace.

She swung away, pulverizing the goblins one after the other as they came closer. The group huddled around her, doing what little they could with what they had left. Morale was low.

But Yandril knew that he could save them. Only he had the strongest power of all: song.

He began to play on his violin, a tool he'd come to rely on for bolstering his allies. He didn't have much left to give, but this might make all the difference. He needed to empower his allies, as well as his ego.

As he played, Yandril began to sing:

O Frael, you magnificent fighter,
hacking away through the throngs.
But please: don't stop! Lest evil overtake you,
and quash out my marvelous songs.

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