“Though we kyrian cease to be should we perish in battle here, there is much power within Bastion itself that can call forth echoes of our former brothers and sisters.
These memories wander the roads. At times, they take on some purpose they served in their eternity here--crafting goods, guarding our sacred grounds, and the like.
Take my lyre. Its ancient melody will dispel the memories, and in the process charge it with the residual energy of our realm.”
