Song of Caio, the Willow Blade

(Played in roadside inns where travelers gather)

Silent is the willow tree,
Yet it shelters you and me.
So walks Caio, calm and true—
The blade that cuts the night in two.

He speaks but when the moment calls,
And bows before both kings and thralls.

No glory sought, no crown desired—
Only balance, rightly sired.