i met my faithful companion benedict in the lone lands. i was traveling to ost guruth at the time on foot. it was a stormy night and orcs were about. i had to stop to make camp near the base of weathertop , i found a nice little spot behind a large rock. it was out of the wind and dry enough to make a fire. after a while i could hear the clanking of metal on metal on the paths above me, so i went to investigate. aways up the trail i found the remains of a dwarven caravan, probably gem traders or smiths of some sort. i searched through the charred remains of their wagons for surviors...

the ballad of wines

      by remnantus urahara

when comes to drinking wine , there are many kinds

some prefer white ,which is all right

others care for red, which goes well with seeded bread

but i prefer the kinds that swirl and dance in your head