Dyrim
Though of only one tune, the most beautiful I sing. My sound is like a tongue to all who hear. Speech and thought come to all who listen to my song and to the wielder, the things of your mind can be clearly read. Yet if your words are better left unsaid I can silence you forever.
Though I am difficult to wield I am favored by some. For good or ill me song is sung, this is the wielders choosing.
