The night Ilyra returns to Frosthaven, late and while the moon is high and clear in the sky, Ilyra perches on top of the gate, and belts out her adlibbed song in catfolk, truly a caterwaul, about peach cobbler and melted ice cream. She gives thanks to the moon for making it be and all the other fine gifts she receives.
From the Warden barracks are heard moans of despair, and comments of "Again?" "I guess she's back." and other things less printable.
Roll:
Ilyra Frostwhisker
(Perform):
21
= 1d20 [19] + 2
Ilyra Frostwhisker
(Perform):
21
= 1d20 [19] + 2
