A man in a tavern once approached me,
With his face devoid of glee,
He spoke of a fortress over yonder forest,
Where great dangers and riches are laid to rest.
I join with him, and we find a few others,
And make our wake up the torrential rivers,
Avast! Ahoy! A great water-borne beast!
We slow ourselves down, our pace decreased.
We make camp, I sleep, well tucked in,
When we are awoken by the sounds of a dragon!
Thankfully we manage to avoid his gaze,
And head to the keep, along our way.
We find nought but undead, although that was what was guaranteed,
Rarder warned us of the danger, as he was in the lead.
After our confrontations, the crypts seemed safer,
As long as we were joined by the sword Conciencia!