You're recovering from several wounds and it's late at night. Everyone is sitting at tables, singing, drinking, playing card games and having a good time. For once, everything seems peaceful. The captain, who is sitting at the table you're standing near, is one of the people singing. His voice is gentle and deep, his words fitting with the music perfectly "There will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword, he will tear your city down, oh lei oh lie oh lord~"