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Chapter 5

9th Day of Freedom, Month of Dark Shades

A new poem to put into my new book! It has been a while since I've heard from Drogh, but
it was worth the wait. This new work is delightful, short and strong, with wit but also
with purpose. He seems to be doing well and working with his new friends well. I like this one:
To arms, the call is sent.
The guardian's flesh must be rent.
A gnome and orc did they call.
A gnome and orc they saw fall.
Two elders do nothing but watch.

In time we have one rise.
The balancers add more to their lies.
The Head is what we need.
The Guardian is what we bleed.
And soon my belt has a new notch.

I have no idea who these balancers are, but they sound like dragon dung. Nozh may actually
like this one. He does so like things with blood. Sorry this is short, I want to write more but
the dark elf delegation is coming tonight and I must prepare our table for the market. They
always buy so many of my bracelets. The fools think it looks like the mithril they hate!