Elfsong (Harpers)
Elaine Cunningham
Language: English
Pages: 310
ISBN: 1560766794
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Danilo Thann joins forces with a deadly enemy to discover who is causing the ancient ballads--the rich memory of noble quests and heroic deeds preserved by the Harper bards--to be forgotten or changed throughout Faerun. Original. 75,000 first printing.
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Instrument or two—what is it you play, zither?” “Lute,” Danilo replied absently. He had little choice but to follow his uncle out of the tavern. It finally occurred to him what Yaereene had asked him to do; it was common practice for a bard to play at any tavern or inn he visited. On the way out Danilo bowed to the proprietress, spreading his hands in a gesture of helplessness as he indicated the glowering archmage. Yaereene forgave him with a gracious nod, and Danilo hurried to match Khelben’s.
And he let out a long, admiring whistle. He lifted his gaze to Morgalla, and his gray eyes held both amusement and respect. “You drew this?” he asked. “I’m here, ain’t I?” she replied gruffly, folding her arms over her chest. Danilo nodded, understanding completely. On the paper was a deft sketch of a wizard, robed in a star-and-moon-studded gown. A tall cone hat rested on an oversized thicket of white eyebrows, and the features, although comically exaggerated, were unmistakably those of.
Raced off down the path. Their riders scarcely noticed. Danilo watched the dragon’s approach with awe. He had never seen a dragon before, and Grimnoshtadrano was not the creature of legend he’d expected. Danilo had always pictured a dragon as a hulking monster, an imposing presence, deadly but rather ponderous. Rather like his Uncle Khelben, now that he thought of it. Grimnosh was certainly huge—Dan guessed that the dragon was a good eighty feet from snout to tail tip—but he was beautiful and.
The identity of this elf. He is exiled not by choice, but by misfortune. That you would abandon anyone—especially a fellow elf—to a life of solitude and madness! That is vile enough, but you turned away from a hero of the People!” The minstrel spun away from Elaith and spoke to Danilo. “We must take this unfortunate elf with us to Waterdeep. The priests at the pantheon temple will care for him, and perhaps bring him a measure of healing. They are holy elves, and they take in the infirm and the.
“Much as I’d like to exchange pleasantries with you, I’ve got to get that scroll from Vartain.” Before Danilo could move away, Elaith’s hand closed on his arm like a vise, and the elf nodded toward the dais. “The time for that has passed. You might as well stay for the festivities.” Lord Piergeiron walked to the center of the platform, raising his hands for attention. Two mages stepped forward, casting the spells that would send the First Lord’s voice throughout the arena. The crowd fell.