Jul 31, 2026 · 1 hr 14 min · 11 segments
Corivan takes Lyana and Fitz on a trip. Wren wanders Yarrow in search of himself. Cast: Fitz was Jeremy Bent Lyana was Karenna Foley Corivan was James Cheek The Luthier was Matt Young Wren was…
Previously on The Bardic Hearth:
After all this time, I'd hoped you'd at least come to see me as a friend, Liana.
Comical.
I'm still waiting for you to accept my offer.
Give it up, Korvan.
I'm not marrying you.
I have a husband.
Your husband isn't offering you a ticket out of this cell.
The sooner you accept that he's forgotten you, the sooner you can move on from this.
And you would radiate hope like the sun radiates light.
That's the god of music I knew.
But now I ask what you see, and your words paint a more colorless picture than even Mortaine could conjure, and the word hope seems to have removed itself from your vocabulary.
You think I like being alone? I was only alone once you left.
I don't know what to say.
Forget it.
I'll let you know when Desira has our invitations.
Your new friend is sound asleep.
He was up all night crying about his son and husband, the poor thing.
He should have known what he was getting into when he tried to steal the ambrosia.
Most mortals don't know the particulars.
They just know it has the power to make someone an archfey, so they long for it.
I had heard stories, rumors that a single drop of ambrosia could heal any wound, cure any disease.
Are you ill?
My son, fatally.
How much longer?
Previously on The Bardic Hearth:
After all this time, I'd hoped you'd at least come to see me as a friend, Liana.
Comical.
I'm still waiting for you to accept my offer.
Give it up, Korvan.
I'm not marrying you.
I have a husband.
Your husband isn't offering you a ticket out of this cell.
The sooner you accept that he's forgotten you, the sooner you can move on from this.
And you would radiate hope like the sun radiates light.
That's the god of music I knew.
But now I ask what you see, and your words paint a more colorless picture than even Mortaine could conjure, and the word hope seems to have removed itself from your vocabulary.
You think I like being alone? I was only alone once you left.
I don't know what to say.
Forget it.
I'll let you know when Desira has our invitations.
Your new friend is sound asleep.
He was up all night crying about his son and husband, the poor thing.
He should have known what he was getting into when he tried to steal the ambrosia.
Most mortals don't know the particulars.
They just know it has the power to make someone an archfey, so they long for it.
I had heard stories, rumors that a single drop of ambrosia could heal any wound, cure any disease.
Are you ill?
My son, fatally.
How much longer?
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