So Murk stayed in the bar, played a game of cards
He was up 40 silver, and ignoring the creepy bard
Another player, a bookie, liked the way he rolled
Hey Dwarf, he said, do you wanna make some real gold?
Downstairs the little fighting pit was just getting started
Dogs getting diced, and fighters getting fainthearted
Nevermind betting, I‘ll fight, sign me up as “Grail”
Rather than, you know, taking them all to jail
Unfortunately Ariana took Murk’s spot in line
If she’s so keen to fight then go on, let her, fine
Murk found the bookie, and put two down on the Elf.
When Ariana got sliced, he put another four on himself
She gave as good as she got, which was a good amount
But even with help from the mezzanine, she was soon down for the count
No eyes saw Murk enter the pit. “Graille” was a surprise contender
The Rat Ogre however was definitely no pretender
To his surprise, Murk learnt you can’t one shot a Clan Moulder beast
Even half starved and twice arrowed, stay one yard back at least
Still, Ariana was rescued, albeit begrudgingly, by Murk
Then they both needed rescuing by the poor brave clerk
No one saved him though, he shouted and screamed to no avail
Everyone else was upstairs. Bumbo Weiss was telling a tall tale.
Finally the party used the privy, and crashed the party below
Pity really, everyone agreed it’d been a really good show
The real slim shallyan stood up and manifested a shining dove
Allowing Arminius to ganendorf the rat ogre from above
Shaking off being used as a flail, Murk chased down his coin,
Ariana woke up too and the halfling took an arrow to the groin
Now, Lucas Hazleman wants a public burning, Bumbo is against it
And the Bard’s got new contacts, there’s something wrong, can’t you sense it?