At night I lean out of the window and sing, hoping to lure a knight out to find the source of the sound.

And your voice is beautiful. One night, you lean out the window, singing sweetly. The clopping of hooves on the ground soon becomes audible. You lean out further and see a group of men on horseback. They seem to be searching for where the song was coming from. You…

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