Sheep are hooved creatures who stand in the way. Lyrical beasts, they keep their messages to themselves, bleeting away nonsense. If only we could capture the imagination of these gentle giants. Their bleets could be turned into bellows. And these bellows would ring far and wide as the essence of music.
Halflings can capture this music. Those that die, leave behind this essence. This pain. Those with tainted souls must be silenced so that those in shackles can be set free. The song sung by the freed halfling soul will mix with the melody of the bellowing sheep. And the universe shall be at piece once again. Symmetry.