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In the bustling trade squares of the Hearthworld, where travelers from the Ironfold boast of their steel and merchants from the Silkfold flaunt their riches, it’s easy to forget what true strength looks like.

"The Man She Chose" is a beloved folk ballad that serves as a gentle reminder that the loudest voice in the room rarely holds the most power. It tells the story of a woman who sees past the glittering armor and heavy rings of her suitors to find the worth in a bashful baker whose only "weapons" are kindness, patience, and a well-swept doorstep.
In a world as fragmented and often harsh as the Everfolds, this song celebrates the "tempered soft" strength that keeps our villages whole.

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Lyrics:

[Verse I]
She crossed the square in summer light,
With gold caught in her hair,
And men with swords and heavy rings
Would circle, boast, and stare.
They praised her face, they named her price,
They spoke of strength and sway—
She smiled once, then showed them all
The quickest out of way.

[Chorus]
Oh silver tongues and iron claims
Are loud but quickly spent,
For pride will always trip itself
Before the heart’s content.

[Verse II]
One bragged of lands, one bragged of fights,
One swore she’d soon be “won,”
As though a woman’s will were dice
Already cast and done.
She met their words with steady eyes
And answers cool and plain:
“I’m not a thing you take or keep—
Now try your luck again.”

[Chorus]
Oh crowns may gleam and muscles flex
And voices swell with might,
But love won’t kneel to shouted vows
Or bargains struck in spite.

[Verse III]
At dawn the baker swept his step
With flour on his sleeve,
Fed sparrows crumbs, patched broken toys,
And helped a child believe.
He spoke to beasts in gentle tones
And blushed if praised aloud,
And never once did lift his voice
Above the market crowd.

[Verse IV]
They laughed when he approached her stall,
Their ale went spilling free:
“What hope has bread and bashful hands
Where lords have bent the knee?”
He bowed, he spoke her name with care,
No boast, no clever line—
He asked if she would walk a while
If she could spare the time.

[Chorus]
Oh kindness doesn’t drum for eyes
Or beg to be admired,
It stands its ground in quiet ways
And gives before required.

[Verse V]
She saw the children race to him
Each morning, bright and sure,
The dogs that slept beside his feet
As if they’d found a cure.
She took his arm, she took his smile,
And left the square behind—
The loud men still were bragging there,
Still certain they were kind.

[Final Chorus]
So let them boast of gold and grit
And all they claim they are—
Love chose the hands that shaped the bread,
Not those that reached too far.
The baker, gentle, shy, and true,
Outshone the bold and brave—
For strength is best when tempered soft,
And mercy’s what can save.

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Sometimes the most heroic thing you can do is be kind. Who is the "Baker" in your life? Let us know in the comments below!

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Looking to travel further into the Everfolds? Check out our playlist "Understand the Everfolds" to hear the chaotic ballads of the Bramblefold or the rhythmic hammers of the Ironfold!