Snitch looks apologetic, then strums, backing away slowly "I'd like to sing a saga true, about a little girl who knew, the land better than you or I. I'd, like to share a ballad here, about winter's wrath so near, and the pain it sought to bring, from a frozen sky....but alas my fingers would quake on the strings. I'd like to like an angel sing, about the baroness with wings, who rallied to fight the tyrant chill, I wish, I could do justice to, the brave brothers who, who caught ice upon their shields, but I worry my talent would yield. And what am I to say about a Wichtel's ire! Calling on Earth and fire! Sending the stones up higher! " His voice hits some truly lovely high notes for a guy "And how her magic saved us all, but I'm not sure I recall, the details to it all.... I only know I'm in awe... of how Earth answered that call. I'm not a bard, just a troubadour, a pooka too, I can't just make up a score, but if I were, I'd sing yet more I bet... about a hero named Grete. "