Scenes

Finds a mysterious sketchbook tucked into her coat after a routine inspection near the Spire of Law
Contacts Elira discreetly to help locate the artist, Sutter Cain
Elira agrees to meet, cautious but curious, remembering the commune and her own connection to the fog

🎶 Elira Graysong — The Voice on the Edge - Before Funeral

Location: Gloamspire Hall, rehearsal chamber—dimly lit, lined with sigils, acoustically perfect. The Anthem is scheduled in two hours.

Lyrixa Veil stands tall, her silver-streaked hair braided into a crown of thorns. Her robes are austere, her voice clipped and cold.
Elira, posture perfect, eyes forward, waits for correction. She’s sung this passage a hundred times. But today, Lyrixa pauses.

Lyrixa (quietly): “You strike every note. You follow every breath mark. And yet… it does not linger.” (She steps closer, her voice barely above a whisper.) “The Anthem must not only be heard. It must be felt. Even if they never admit it.”
Elira (confused): “But the Council forbids interpretation. Emotion is distortion.”
Lyrixa (smiling faintly): “They forbid indulgence. Not resonance.” (She places a hand over Elira’s heart.) “You know she was also a student of mine... Sing it again. But this time… remember her.”
Elira closes her eyes. She sees her grandmother in the fog, mouthing silent words. She sings—not louder, not differently—but with weight. The chamber hums.
Lyrixa (turning away): “Good. That will do.” (She exits without praise, but leaves behind a single sheet of music—annotated with symbols Elira doesn’t recognize.)

Hidden Notation: The sheet Lyrixa leaves contains a cipher—an old commune code for emotional phrasing
Fog Echo: Elira’s performance subtly alters the acoustics of the hall, revealing a hidden passage beneath the stage
Council Risk: If another performer overhears, Elira may be summoned for “doctrinal review”