[Spoken Intro] Traveler, set your boots beside the fire. The door is open, and the stars are listening. I am Bard, keeper of the roads between worlds. Tonight, I welcome a new blade to the roster. [Verse 1] From Zaun’s green breath and iron rain, A swordsman learned to smile through pain. He turns one step into a flight, And writes a silver arc through night. [Spoken] Blade Dancer, brother to Jinx and Vi, you arrive with a family history loud enough to wake the moons. But bring no apology. Bring the whole strange kit. [Verse 2] Acrobat feet on a tavern rail, A sudden feint, a crooked trail, A pocket spark, a copper sting, A laughing fuse with a broken ring. [Chorus] Welcome, Blade Dancer, pull up a chair, Leave one bright grin in the open air. Your fire, your tricks, your sideways stance— The Rift has room for a dangerous dance. Welcome, Blade Dancer, stay awhile; The worlds grow steadier when you smile. [Spoken] He carries fire magic in one hand, explosive gadgets in the other, and enough dirty fighting to make an honest duel nervous. This is not a flaw in the pattern. It is texture. [Verse 3] He wins with a stumble, a sleeve, a stone, A blade kept low where the rules have flown. Then sparks climb high in a saffron whirl, And every loose gear begins to twirl. [Bridge] No polished tale, no spotless name, No straight-line road to earned acclaim. Still, somewhere under smoke and scars, His laughter rings between the stars. [Spoken] Listen carefully. That laughter is not decoration. It is a small bell in the cosmic balance. Preserve it. Guard it. Make room for it. Even when the gadgets misbehave. Especially then. [Chorus] Welcome, Blade Dancer, pull up a chair, Leave one bright grin in the open air. Your fire, your tricks, your sideways stance— The Rift has room for a dangerous dance. Welcome, Blade Dancer, stay awhile; The worlds grow steadier when you smile. [Spoken Outro] Your name is entered. Your blade has a place. The next tale begins when you laugh. Now drink slowly, Zaunite. The universe is counting on you.
