*on the following day a number of pamphlets found their way to the merchants in Bendir, with enough copies to be distributed to the Hin population if they liked to pick one. The writing was masterwork, the hand showing the craft of an experienced scribe, the starting letters of paragraphs in gothic-style drawings. They were delivered by the bard Talas*
It was a joyful evening, in the 8th of Hammer When the Empress Hin, a game she held And all of the Dale was merry and happy And of cotton candy it smelled
A game it was of trivial knowledge And questions that needed answers And all were welcome in the Hin Inn Except, of course, necromancers
A question was asked to the competitors About the number of Instructors of Jobs And while some groups were very unsure The answer was five, by the Gods!
One more question thus followed About initials, by lovers set in stone The answer was not R and S, as some thought It was B and M, and minds were blown
The beginning of Commonwealth And the end of a dinasty This question needed not too much time For all to answer: Montgomerry!
She also asked of leyline nodes And replies were not so crisp The one being mentioned was, after all Of course, a blue ball of wisp
The Salandran grounds are a place to go If you want to heal, not to tarry They also sell a kind of staff That a Journeyman, he would carry
If you visit Kohlingen, the Holy City Be careful, It pays to be polite And if you enter the mentioned place Your feet, you do well to wipe
And since you're there, you might as well Visit the House of the Golden Harp There she plays the lyre, three bards around Milil, keeping an eye most sharp
The Shanty Slanty serves food and drink The plates and cups are drained The paintings hanging on its walls Are inspired by the poem Unchained
A volcano in the Oakmist, what do you know! The stands all in colors, dance do the flames But among those nature-loving hues Purple takes no part in the games
To the frontier in North Cordor A tombstone of sorts was hauled In memory of loving man and husband Rogaku Kusama, he was called
We now return to Salandran grounds Where 4 wards all can see General, burns and one for the mental And of course, the maternity
If using lamps is your preferred way To go about and move Endir's Point is your destination If purple should you choose
The Butterfly, an Inn for the elfs Complete, but for a fanner It shows The Ladies of the Sedarine Atop the door, in a banner
Still in Wynia the Empress noted The laws elfs like to stress But she forgets even her own I'd continue, but I digress
The Shrine of Eilistraee in the open The worship not kept to a hall A moonstone you will find there Encrusted in an obsidian wall
Ore rock thingie, she said as a hint But if a miner, you need not fear What you will find in the Sandy Beach By the cliff, it is a King's Tear
Many Cordorians go there to relax Be they a mistress or mister In the Temple of Love, a very fine place With an idol to the Green Sister
Still in Cordor, and feeling creative You need not stay amidst the sprawl You can pick a job as an inventor Just go upstairs, in the crafting hall
Back to Bendir, it pays to be attentive To directions, and signs you should heed Pick the road that leads you to east And to Guldorand it will lead
Generosity, friendship, respect for the hearth Are some of the tenets from which you cant flee if you pay respect to the Hand of Fellowship The Hearthkeeper, good Cyrollalee
And the questions were over, the answers were given The papers pilling up to a tome And after computing, much clapping was given To Tuomas, Lord Captain Gnome!
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