It began on Starday’s eve:
I was the most quiet bard around,
I had found a party of wandering adventures.
Corm was a barbarian,
A reckless barbarian,
A death bringer.
He would mock so often,
They wanted to pass the town, around the town.
They wanted to skip it all.
But one morning, one fine morning,
He decided to slash too much.
He beheaded a dwarf and then another.
He was raged, so raged.
And then it happened:
Oh no! Oh no!
He offended Merit.
The barbarian offended Merit.
He was strong, so strong.
That day I thought his head had broken,
I thought Corm’s helmet had born a centipede too long,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)
But still, I followed his party.
I think about how it all changed that dusk,
That Starday’s dusk.
A sandwalker to save us…. Oh my!
When I think of that reckless death bringer,
That reckless death bringer and his flight from West Lexis.