Timmund and Martin and Half-elf and beast

Return to Regalia’s in time for a feast

The half-elf is crying and hugging old friends

Martin starts singing, they’re all joining in

Timmund shows old Regalia his blade

She lets out a chuckle, says “Oh, so it is fate”

Timmund’s confusion is clear on his face

He listens enraptured as old Regalia explains

“My ex-husband’s the prophet

Yes he’s wise but unreliable

He says the future’s stone-made

But it’s pliable"

"Now, Half-elf tell us of your travels, if you’rе able”

As he does thе beast is set up, comfortable out in the stable

A hornless Minotaur is handing out stew

At Old Regalia’s there’s nobody failing you

But if not careful there could be some trailing you

Half-elf shows Martin his old model trains

Each one brings back memories, each one has a name

It wasn’t planned, but it feels right to do:

Half-elf gives Martin his favorite caboose

Old Regalia has a story to tell

Her words brought to life with illusory spell

Many years back in a tree that had fell

She found a baby, a half mutant elf

And then she brought him in and raised him

His needs were not neglected

She tried to give him name but got rejected

He said

“I know someday I’ll find my mother

And I’ll ask her for the privilege of a name

Until that day my names unanswered”

The makeshift family all hug him as a group

At Old Regalia’s there’s nobody failing you

But if not careful there could be some trailing you

It’s night, they’ve made their way to bed

Unaware that danger’s following them

It’s been a hundred years, at last they found it

Old Regalia’s home

Now the Watch has it surrounded