[Spoken Intro] Traveler, lower your blade. The door is open, the cups are bright, and the whole wide sky has made room for you. [Verse 1] From Zaun’s green rails and copper rain, you arrive with sparks beneath your grin, a sword that turns the air to ribbon, and a dare tucked under every chin. You vault the table, land on a candle, slip past trouble with a crooked cheer, then stitch a little fire through the darkness just to prove you’re still here. [Chorus] Welcome, Blade Dancer, take your place, set your bright-edged stories down. The constellations lean to listen when your laughter comes around. Welcome, brother forged in turmoil, quick of hand and hard to tame; if the cosmos keeps its balance, it will need that laugh by name. [Spoken Verse] I have watched worlds fall silent. I have heard moons forget their tides. But laughter—honest, reckless laughter— keeps the great wheel turning. So keep yours safe. Even when the room is cruel, especially then. [Verse 2] You carry Jinx’s thunder in your pockets, Vi’s old stubborn heartbeat in your stride, but the path you cut is wholly yours now, with no borrowed name to hide. A flash, a feint, a boot beneath a table, a gadget singing smoke across the floor, a pinch of flame behind your knuckles— then you’re laughing at the door. [Chorus] Welcome, Blade Dancer, take your place, set your bright-edged stories down. The constellations lean to listen when your laughter comes around. Welcome, brother forged in turmoil, quick of hand and hard to tame; if the cosmos keeps its balance, it will need that laugh by name. [Bridge] No duel is clean when fate is watching, no hero walks a spotless line. Use the trick, the spark, the dirty angle; survival can be quite divine. Turn the blade and turn the question, make the mighty miss their cue. Every crooked little victory leaves a little room for you. [Spoken Bridge] The roster is not a quiet museum. It is a crowded, impossible tavern. There is room for the elegant, room for the dangerous, and—apparently—room for one more person who brings explosives to dinner. [Final Chorus] Welcome, Blade Dancer, take your place, let the silver rafters ring. Your fire, your tricks, your fearless grin are strange and useful things. Welcome, brother of the fractured city, keep your wild joy from the flame; for the balance turns a little kinder when the stars remember your name. [Outro] [Spoken, softly] Stay as long as you like. The cup is yours, the night is wide, and your laughter belongs among the stars.
