"They sent Kid Gorgeous to wait for them outside of town, and took up lodging in an inn, and sat around in the common room, only to be surprised by the sight of two elves weaving a tragic tale by the fire. The patrons had their attention fixed on the elves. A man and a woman; the woman playing a harp while the male sang a sad tale about two lovers - one, a druid of Caer Darrow, separated by her ideology from her darling, a magister of Quel'Thalas.
"Hawkhelm always told it better." the female elf mumbled."