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Expedition 20 - Alfredward's Account

We’re rich beyond our wildest dreams!
We’re rich beyond measure!
The gold is bursting our backpack’s seams,
All that awaits us is pleasure!

I nabbed myself a magic shield,
Emblazoned with a discerning glare.
It feels unnaturally easy to wield,
My foes better beware!

Back to the keep, to kill that magician!
To bring low his tyranny!
Back to the keep, to become a patrician,
The gold from there smells like honey!

Back to the keep  I yearn to go,
To plumb it’s gloomy depths.
From its dungeons riches flow,
And in its wake, death.