‘Never you mind the bard’ they chant
But to whom do they turn when they drink and rant?
They beg for a song to remember loves met
Or more often so a song to forget.
But to whom do they turn when darkness raps at their door?
Not a bard – they want something more.
Little do they suspect the terrors that lurk
Are banished by their neighborhood bard in the shadowy murk.
My weapon not a lute but a pen of magical reverberation
So goes the lonely exploits of a bard far beyond his station.
Sate your thirst and let your hearts mend
But mind the bard who rails against that which thirsts for your end.
– Tavern song by Arcanist Alstair Franzi