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| A BARD'S BEGINNING |
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| This is a tale of a young village Bard, |
| an Imp from Torston who yearned for a new home. |
| Setting out all alone he found very hard, |
| but some slavers captured him when he started to roam. |
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| Thrown in a dungeon in a dank gloomy cell, |
| the Imp knew he would die if he didn't escape. |
| An old man gave him a key then started to yell, |
| the Imp started running, no time to make jape. |
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| With a Northern's help he knew where to go, |
| the Imp escaped the dungeon and set off on his path. |
| With naught to keep warm, he trudged through the snow, |
| he arrived in Spinesreach, free of the slavers' wrath. |
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| Now begins the tale of Bartham the Bard, |
| armed with a thirst for knowledge that cannot be barred. |
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| (below the poem is a signature) |
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| Bartham the Bard |
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Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 10th of Ivolnos, in the year 6 AC.