Nissa, you have a kind and bold heart, Follow it, and you will never go astray.

Kimaria smirked and placed her hands behind her back. “Come now. It doesn’t have to come to that. Violence is so beneath us.”
“No, it isn’t,” said Helianthus at once.
“Well . . . it is beneath me,” the high queen said and touched a hand to her chest. “Unlike you, I am civilized. I wear shoes and I have a last name.” They watched as she eased into a chair. She crossed one leg over the other, folded her arms, and regarded them calmly. “Aren’t you the least bit curious as to how I snatched the famed Nineveh Atvaris from our dark past? You can’t be that boring.

When a Dragon, an Elf, and a Human walk into a bar, the Human is always going to be the punch line.

I don’t want to kill you, but I must. For the good of the country.

If you see the dragon fly,
best you drink the flagon dry.”
—Zarost

Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars, not if you care for such things.