Trak nodded to Burka, beating a somber drum as she began the poet’s song. Her deep contralto hushed an audience of kings.
Elven delegates had dismissed orcish entertainers as jokes. But as the song of genocide wrought by elf upon orc evoked human tears, they didn’t laugh amid cold stares.
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