Barra Linath ‘Zil tangi rein ulanen l’isto, Nindolen nauten sultha l’eggor ssussun, Wun draeval khaliizi schiks rezstorm l’Ssivah, Ji ol gos pholor lu’pholor xuilebratha inthigg. ‘Zil hood krishan verve lauske d’ t’ puuli, ‘Zil piwafwi veldrinn Olath Ssivahen dal ussta ml’aen, Ji ichl nindolen sel’tur nauten doer ulu natha vier, ‘Zil isto kre’jen lu’p’luut ragar v’dri. Vendui, those of this mortal coil not in possession of mine tongue. You wish to know of Barra Linath? Few have heard the Shadow’s Song and lived to tell of it. Why should you be different? I had the misfortune to be born of dark skinned parents in Heartwood, some time ago now. My people, the Ilythiiri, were exiled from that fair place.. it was decided that dark skinned were dark omen’d and not to be trusted. My immediate family made their way to Zento after many trials, meeting there a group of interesting people who cultivated to be what we elves are naturally – agile, lithe and able to blend easily into the shadows. The ninja of Zento took us in and trained us well. Upon graduation I was accorded the name I wear with pride – Barra Linath, the Shadow’s Song. So, if you hear a soft hummed tune in the shadows.. don’t bother to run. My prey do not escape. My song in the tongue of mortals. Shadow’s Song As day descends towards the night, These notes pervade the dying light, In time, whetstone schik’s along the Voice, So it goes on and on without a choice. As hood covers shining tresses white, As cloak doth hide Dark Voices from thine sight, So too these soft hummed notes draw to a close, As night begins and victim’s find repose.