In the dead of night as most people would be sleeping, a soft lullaby echoed through the night. The tune was not hard nor sharp in any part, rather it was soft, somewhat soothing. It would have the feel of a familiar tune even if someone had never before heard it. It was often hummed by a late night patron of the inn though.

On random rooftops, a cloaked figured fiddled in the night, almost as though he were wanting to sing the town to sleep. Ashe had his own reasons for playing though. His fingers moved with the thief's grace as he pulled the bow over the strings. He was wanting to play to the high heavens it seemed.

Head bowed and eyes closed, the man played on...