The Merchant's song

Merchant, merchant, tell us the stories of places far and wide away.

Poems of mighty wizards and warriors alike, of angry beasts, faded and slain.

Sing about the Kobold’s Crossroad and which vile creatures passed,

And what’s the cure for phthisis my neighbor asked?

Merchant thy wares are fresh and exciting even more, Love potion? Does it smell when you pour?

Leathers and feathers of animals unknown, dragon eggs unhatched, plague rats fully grown.

Bedtime stories about conspiracies for the throne. And what’s this? A magic stone?

Mother first told me not to drink the Kelpie’s milk or touch the Bugbears silk.

But soon she caved and marvelled at what the Gel Slime did for her hair

But merchant tell me one thing if you don't mind…are all these things just a lucky find?

And why does no one ever see you come or leave? Silent as a…thief?

Merchant it was not my intention to make you mad, my bad, my bad, my bad

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