| Lewenhart: Oh, it's a rare day I see anybody around here.
Lewenhart: Oh, forgive me... I am a simple minstrel. I travel from one tavern to another, caring little whence my daily bread may come.
Lewenhart: Every time I walk this road, I make a point of visiting this place. And it's good to see a kindred spirit here.
Lewenhart: The lyrics here ahve an endless charm, don't they? The story of two lovers torn apart, each hearing the crashing of waves from opposite shores...
Lewenhart: This is how emotions live on, my friend. Even those of broken dreams and failed romances...
Lewenhart: Our duty as minstrels is to take these shattered desires, give them shape, and pass them to others.
Lewenhart: I know that dreams and emotions are often difficult to grasp.
Lewenhart: But sometimes, in a moment of brilliance, our songs can stir even the loneliest heart.
Lewenhart: My friend, moments like that are what keep us minstrels singing.
Lewenhart: Can you not feel the powerful emotions of the narrator here, who could not help but put these feelings to verse?
Lewenhart: Even those who forgot how to sing through the toils of life should be moved, made to sing by the lyrics herein.
Lewenhart: Oh, it seems I've rambles quite a bit. My words fall to riddles whenever I'm here, I'm afraid.
Lewenhart: Well, I shan't keep you any longer. I hope we may meet again i the bustle of a warm tavern. Farewell!
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