"Absolutely," says Keldar. "I might have stuck my head up the fireplace, but I think I'll leave the forge to Tarag. Don't worry about the battle, Tarag. No shame in standing rooted to the spot like this." Keldar pulls one of his holy symbols out from around his neck, holding it up with his face screwed up in apparent terror. "And no need to thank me for saving you," he says, with hands on hips and a wide stance. "It's what I do." He begins to sing.
"If you're a bragging sorcerer,
Or a dusty bookish mage,
A thief or roguish chancer,
A barbarian filled with rage,
A fighter in full armour
A ranger with two blades,
A monk who… I can't remember…
A paladin who fights crusades,
A priestly servant of a god,
A druid in a field,
Or a psion (if you’re odd),
Then the time has come to yield
Your place in deeds of daring
To heroes swift and bold
Who are also kind and caring,
And modest too, I'm told.
Come now, admit you know it's true -
Try not to take it hard -
Anything that you can do,
Can be done by a bard!
And once this little song is done,
Please give a great hurray
For the world's most famous one:
Keldar, Keldar Warbray!
And if you are a pretty dame
Excited by this jingle,
Quickly now, put in your claim -
As yet, he is still single!"