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The room dimmed as Egren stepped forward, his crimson cloak sweeping the floor.
His voice, deep and melodic, carried through the warm, bustling restaurant, silencing even the clatter of plates.
He leaned against a barrel at the corner, his grin mischievous yet inviting.
"Gather close, my friends, draw near,
For a tale of wonder and dread you'll hear.
A forgotten name, a song unsung,
Of a storyteller lost when the tale was done."
With a theatrical leap, Egren landed atop an empty table, startling a server who just narrowly avoided spilling a tray of drinks.
The bard winked apologetically, earning scattered laughter from the crowd.
"She lived alone, a house of one,
In a village where families of three were the norm.
