Fantasy Folk Ballad - Tell Me Where You've Been [Quiet Tavern / Fireside Rest / D&D]

Tell me where you've been, traveler. 🔥🍺 Come in out of the cold and sit by the fire. You don't have to say anything until you're ready — the cup stays full and the fire stays fed. And when you're ready to talk, I want to hear all of it: the long roads, the scars, the fights you can't even name. Out there it was just misery. But here by the fire, it turns into a story — and nothing is wasted that made it this far. A slow, tender fantasy folk ballad for the quiet tavern at midnight — for anyone who's carried a long road and just needs a warm place to set it down for a while. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🎵 Tell Me Where You've Been [Verse 1] You came in with the frost and you sat by the wall, with your hood pulled low and your eyes on the floor You said "it was nothing" — but I've heard that before, and the mud on your boots says a little bit more [Chorus] So tell me where you've been — we've got all night to spend Every mile, every scar, every bridge that you burned — the road wrote a story in the lines of your hands, and it's worth its weight in gold here. Tell me where you've been [Verse 2] I'll keep your cup full and I'll keep the fire fed, and I won't rush a word till you're ready to speak Whatever you carry — the roads and the dead — this table's held heavier. Set it down. Take a week [Bridge] You think it was wasted — the years in the rain, the roads that went nowhere, the fights you can't name But look back from the firelight — see how the road bends: every wrong turn was carrying you here So here by the fire it turns into a tale, and nothing is wasted that made it this far [Final Chorus] So tell me where you've been — start anywhere you like The worst of it, the best of it, the parts you never tell — out there it was misery; in here it's a song, and it's worth its weight in gold here. Tell me where you've been [Outro] And when you're done talking, I'll fill it again, and the fire will remember the places you've been No one rises from the ash alone, my friend — your story bought your seat here. Welcome home again ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Perfect for: 🔥 D&D & TTRPG quiet scenes, downtime, and long rests at the inn 🍺 The tavern after the road — winding down, telling the tale ✍️ Writing, journaling, or thinking back on the long way you came 😌 A calm, safe place to breathe at the end of a hard day 🎶 More fireside tales: ▶ Songs by the Fire (the ones that ache) ▶ Nights We Raised a Glass (the rowdy ones) ▶ Embers & Iron (the dark ones) About Ronin Ash: We tell the story of a nameless wanderer — a warrior, a fire-keeper — and the ones who gather at her table. No one rises from the ash alone. There's always a seat saved for you… if you made it back. 💬 So tell me, traveler — where have you been? Leave your road in the comments. I'm listening. 🔔 Subscribe for a new song every few days — quiet ones, rowdy nights, and dark ones too. This song and artwork were created with the help of AI, guided and arranged by a human. #fantasyfolk #tavernmusic #dndmusic #ttrpg #bardcore #folkballad #cozy #RoninAsh