About the Trollshaws, written by Deorgast the Fool:
Alone with my pipe I sit
The mighty poet and his worn notebook
Not merry does this journey feels
For there is silence, not even the sound of a brook.
A thousand curses I lay on you, Fiontann
For sending me to this accursed land
"Where Elves dwell and beasts prevail"
A place far far from grand.
But I will have my revenge,
And heed my words and my plan
For if I return back alive
I will strangle you, Fiontann Caveman.
Sent here with just bow and sword
And a beast that only knows how to drool
Looking at me and asking for food
Grimme, the old mule.
And here comes the wind again
One that would even make a dwarf shiver
Time to get off my arse and keep on walking
First by crossing this damn river.
Swifty
