Dalmascan Night 2 Here

(A nocturne for zither, distant drums, and fading memory)

But if you listen closely, just before the last string fades, you’ll hear it: not hope, exactly. Something older. Something stubborn. Dalmascan Night 2

The desert does not forget. And neither will Dalmasca. Would you like this as lyrics, a musical description, or part of a fictional game script? (A nocturne for zither, distant drums, and fading