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Returning to Whiterose, Tyira.

Riding ahead of his group, Amicus enters the capital farmlands and leaves his horse in the royal stables. He saunters his way up the road, tuning his old lute along the way and keeping an eye on the lamp lit road ahead.

Amicus starts his journey across the bridge, oil lamps lighting his steps. He lightly steps around the dying crowd, watching the lights of the ships in the harbor and those of the heavens on high. He strums a few beats and hums a gentle tune.

"Mercy for the sailors; they know no other way.
Mercy for the farmers; for they are just the same.
Though on land and on sea, they thrive in the same day.
Though on land and on sea, the same, save for their name."

"Mercy for the knights; they know no other way.
Mercy for the spies; for they are just the same.
Though in light and in night, they know not but their fealty.
Though in light and in night, they know not but their loyalty."

"Mercy for the King; he knows no other way.
Mercy for the Queen, for she is just the same.
Burdened by golden crown, they have hearts caught aflame.
Burdened by golden crown, their souls bound to duty."

"Mercy for those that stay in the fight. Mercy for those that are loyal and true.
Mercy for those that are brave and bright. Mercy for those that are loyal and true."

Amicus continues to hum and strum along up into the capital city, nodding occasionally to the passing guardsmen.

(Taken from server roleplay.)


- Shmuck