We can be heroes

"Have you ever wanted to hear a chorus of angels? Have you ever wondered if music alone can bring you to climax? Have you ever dared to dream that the most magical voice of this age would come and perform for you? All these questions and more will be answered in the town square, tomorrow night at dusk!"

Dardiana is tall and lithe with skin as golden as the sands of her homeland. Her fair hair cascades down her back, and her outfit is bright and ornate.
She describes herself as a woman of many talents (she isn't) who has travelled widely (she hasn't) and that the experience has made her worldly (definitely not). What she is though, is a woman with a gifted voice. She is a strong singer, poet and public speaker, and if she had the ability to work her talents at all she would likely have a plum job in a noble house as a prized entertainer. Instead, she wanders from town to town, barely scraping together a living

Her strategy was one of her own devising, and while sound, has a huge amount of room for improvement. For you see, her ability to hawk her own musical talents outweighs her actual talent at singing. She will spend a week talking herself up, whipping the townsfolk into a frenzy of anticipation before the actual show itself. While she is definitely a gifted singer, she doesn't live up to expectations.

Ordinarily, this wouldn't be a problem, as the smart Bard would charge at the door. Dardiana however, takes donations after the show and often barely makes enough to cover food and board.

Dardiana entered Morts employ when Mort travelled through her town on his way up to the Great Deserts. He heard her hawking, and decided he needed someone like her to hawk for him. She thought the offer of a secure job with a secure wage coupled with a secure way to actually travel to be an excellent prospect, since she might even manage to still sell her songs on the side as she goes.

The conversation went something like this

"So let me get this straight. You want me to follow you? And write and sing songs about you as you travel? And you'll pay me a gold piece a day to do this?"

Mort nods gravely

"So when do we start, Ser Grey?"

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Dardiana finds herself at the head of the Greyton Rabble. The sky wasn't green any more, but unfortunately that wasn't an improvement. The rabble were shifting nervously, one eye on the Angel, the other on the "safety" of the nearby castle wall.

Dardiana tilts back her head and opens her mouth, her song cutting through the low murmuring

"We can be heroes, just for one day!"