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Chapter 7

Osdryn, Aerafr, Soty, Annku and myself went to the Red Dragon
and we had a very easy time of the place. It was fast work,
until it came time to leaving. I couldnt crawl out. I looked about
the whole place and couldnt find another exit. I bid my party goodbye
and set out for the very pinnacle of the pit. I prayed to the Gods
to have mercy on me, for not only cannot crawl out of the lair,
but I will never see the Tiamat as well as it required crawling.
With haste, the Ancient Emerald Oak appeared to me said he would
need something of me in order to set me free of the place. A song,
he said. Written about our kin, about Centaur, our battles and strifes.
He sent me to my friends and left with a flash, and I thought to myself
I shall write a grand tail about the origins of my people to library I ran.
The lyceum holds tome about this and about that, but nothing of worth
about Centaur in the whole bloody place!?! That just wouldn't do but
a song still needed writing. Since I'm a comedic singer, I thought,
I'll try comedic writing. So I set out to talk about the battles Centaur
face like not being able to crawl despite all our magesty and grace.
I hope the Lord appreciated my brevety and joke, but I still wanted
to learn more about the mysteries of my race. A mission I thought
to find the Lords temple. Transcribe the history and add it to the Lyceum.