The Lore of Battle Mage Hansel of the Mountain

“A peculiar lad,” they all proclaimed. “His gifts trouble us so.”

“One day he’ll bring us all to shame, the boy has got to go!”

And so a council came to be and thus his fate was sealed.

“The sentence must be exile! Young Hansel, you must yield.”

Marched towards the southern gate, passing far from sight.

The child wizard prodigy, disappeared into the night.

“What did this child do,” you say, “for such a fate as that?”

While practicing his magic, he accidentally zapped a cat!

Thirty years had passed since his forced isolation.

And in that time he found a means to cope: inebriation!

But alcohol is costly, sure, when bottles line the floor.

It was then the bounty hunter born when slaying a centaur!

Masterful at every spell and much too drunk to fear,

He soon became a legend at his bounty-full career.

With a purse of coin and bottles now flowing like a fountain,

He drinks and gambles, in that order, Mage Hansel of the Mountain.

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