In the hush of night, when the embers crackle and no ears are listening, a small voice rises from the fire‑pit. Its song is a clue to a name long forgotten. Learn that name, and the hollow will keep its secret.
When the crowd has gone, the fire still burns. The bird’s melody is a soft trill that weaves between the pop of burning wood. Close your eyes, breathe, and let the sound settle in the stillness.
The bird never flies far from the glow. Its feathers catch the fire’s amber, turning a faint violet as the heat lifts. Look for the flicker that seems to move against the wind.
In the old tales of Glowveil Hollow, the bird is called “Emberwing.” Speak the name aloud, and the fire will crack brighter, acknowledging the listener.