Chapter 2: Shamrock Inn
She told me that I was loved,
A lass with the face of a dove;
Beak all yellow,
Eyes vermello.
So, I put out the flame,
And laid into the dame;
All birds are gray in the dark!
- Common Verse of many a Northern Drinking Song
Elara woke in a small, dark room, on a hard bed. She put a hand to her head and fought the urge to toss.
“She’s up,” G…
