Scout Lace Harding

Scout Lace Harding, Swift and cunning, Her arrows cut you Down to size

Scout Lace Harding, Taut bow taunting, Life so light Will flee your eyes

Born of the ground, Loyal and sound, Inquisition bound

Scout Lace Harding, Battle's calling Inquisition's bloody prize

Scout Lace Harding, Smile at warning, Smirk at fear And laugh in their eyes

Scout Lace Harding, Without warning, Makes men fall Like tarnished crowns

What can be said To all who have fled The dwarf with the freckled face?

But all who remained To stand in her way Met with her arrow's fate

Scout Lace Harding, Swift and cunning, Her arrows cut you Down to size

Scout Lace Harding, Battle's calling Inquisition's bloody prize

Scout Lace Harding, Smile at warning, Smirk at fear And laugh in their eyes

Born of the ground, Loyal and sound, Inquisition bound

Scout Lace Harding, Swift and cunning, Her arrows cut you Down to size