Born into a noble family in Evereska's halls
Tyravor sought adventure beyond its grand walls
He traded scepters for a lute's sweet sound
From palace confines to skies wide and unbound

I am Peacock, in colors bright and bold
My tales are woven, my songs are told
With strings and voice, I paint the sky
In melodies and harmonies, I soar high

Under the tutelage of an elven bard renowned
He honed his craft, his skills he found
The bard's name a secret, a vow he swore to keep
For true fame lies in the music, not in what we speak

At an ancient shrine where spirits dance and sing
A peacock appeared, its feathers in a ring
With a majestic display, it caught his eye
And thus, he chose his name, reaching for the sky

I am Peacock, in colors bright and bold
My tales are woven, my songs are told
With strings and voice, I paint the sky
In melodies and harmonies, I soar high

So listen close to the songs I bring
For within them, echoes of the peacock's wing
In every note, in every chord I pluck
Lies the spirit of adventure, the heart of luck