"Maybe it's just the fumes in the fireplace," says Keldar, "but I think everything is going quite well so far. I can almost hear myself relating the outcome of our little adventure back at the Red Dragon, to an admiring crowd."
Hear now, all heroes,.......standing in silence,
Of deepest danger.......in Thyrin’s tall tower.
Summoned slaves,.......of stone and soil,
Fierce flame and fire,.......rose in revolt and riot.
The witless wizard,.......foolish and feeble,
Seeking sure safety.......hid from the hazard.
The call came for Keldar........For promised payment
He raced to the rescue,.......followed by friends,
And a petulant paladin.......constantly complaining.
A lady of lightning,.......drawn to the doorway,
Granted them guidance.......made mostly misleading
By incomplete information.......imparted in ignorance.
Swift shining swords.......ended elementals’ existence.
Keldar coped capably........With delicate digits
He tamed tricky traps.......and disabled devices.
In wisdom, with water.......he wet what he wore.
No fear of flame.........can concern Keldar.
"Is anyone feeling inspired with courage yet? Honestly, I could keep that up all day. That's the sort of poetry the giants used to chant back when I - Well. All done here."
OOC: presumably.