Elan had a beautiful voice, a smooth, high tenor; on days when he could fill it with vibrato, it sounded like something from the Divine Realms. His lute seemed an extension of himself, conveying the very music of his soul out to the world. Elan was a wonderful musician. The one thing Elan was not, however, was a good lyricist.
"Fight, fight, fight, fight the attacking desert trolls!"
"Flee, flee, flee, flee the attacking desert trolls!"
"Resist, resist, resist, resist being eaten by desert trolls!"
With his prestige class, he was certainly more helpful in a battle, but music was still his base, so the group still heard the constant variations on the same song. It was childish, repetitive, and contained only the absolute minimum amount of intelligence needed to be comprehensible; in short, Elan's song was just like Elan.
But on nights curled up next to him, looking up into the clear desert sky after a long, difficult day, Haley felt like the song was just perfect. Sweet, simple, and genuine; again, just like her Elan.
"Know, know, know, know how much I love you."