Fenrien was my 1st character idea for #TheTavern before I decided to go with Thalvandrionel, AKA 'Potion Seller', instead. I made this song as I still wanted to see him come to life too. I had initially intended for him to be a small spin of what if character unrelated to the project, but he has since been added to the tavern himself. I'm hereby updating the description so I can properly give proper credits where credits are due: #TheTavern is a wonderful project started by Gibeligob🧙‍♂️ (@gibeligob) Head over to this song for more information on the project and how you can join (Open for all): https://suno.com/song/0805eaf2-6855-47ff-9d7c-fa41dcc13f47?sh=9IMEZB9cOFcNNpKC You can also find the Tales from the Tinkertune Tavern playlist here, already filled with a merry band of joyful and diverse characters: https://suno.com/playlist/b078426b-4659-4f35-87f3-66635ebbf7bc As for the character himself: Meet Fenrien the Bard, a gleeful and optimistic hobbit musician of mystical qualities whose skills, while questionable, are sure to leave none indifferent. ___________________ [Verse 1] My name is Fenrien, I am a bard in this town. I play the lute like a god! Enough to buy a few rounds. On the edge of the tavern, I took out a job. A very simple hunt, With some friends on top. There was a knight, Who was tall as a kite. A nice elvish huntress, Who'd shoot bulleyes in jest. Also a pretty healer, Oh what I woul—eh nevermind! And so forth we went, To claim our target's end. But an ambush we found ahead, They were ready for us instead. Chaos of battle arose, My team was in dire need of my prose. I took my lute and play thy mighty riff, That would grant them powerful gifts. [Chorus] So I went: Yooo-liii-yo-li-yo-brrtzt-yo bam bam batta pitsh ouh-ouh waw waw brrr, The mighty chords arise, but the party looks rather surprised. Yoo-li-yo-li-yo who who wam waw bam bam batta pam, The song of speed was sung, yet its me they kicked in the groin. [Verse 2] And so back in town, with my sack under icepack. To my friends I bid farewell, While they bid me "go to hell". But not to be led astray, Another job I took next day. To fix the shop on street Mayfair, Which was in dire need of some repairs. I arrived, early mornin', Bringing my lute and a grin. The repair went well Yet, fatigue started to swell. By the mid of day, many were already brulé. ['brulé' can figuratively mean "exhausted" in french] Finally an occasion, For my skill to show their reason. I grabbed my lute and without restrain, I played the tune that would revive their strength. [Chorus] So I went: Yooo-liii-yo-li-yo-brrtzt-yo pam bram patta bwaem ouh-ouh how haw brrr, The mighty chords arise, but the workers don't seem to vibe, Yoo-li-yo-li-yo who who ho ho wam paw pattalacrrrr, The song of force was sung, yet its me they punched in the tongue.