Dwarven Spirits

[Twilighteyes]

*overheard in the Adventurer's Quarter*

Now ale is a fine drink, both nutty and brown
I've been known to have several, my sorrows to drown
But to feel full affect, be both happier and gladder
You must drink so much as to o'erfill your bladder

Hey dwarven spirits! Have one more round!
Good dwarven spirits - they're the best that I've found!

Now wine is a great drink, both the white and the red
Some prefer bubbly, but it goes straight to my head
But it seems much too posh, to drink with pinky extended
Best left to those who are to high class pretended

Clear dwarven spirits, that's what I need!
Sweet dwarven spirits, so my kidneys won't bleed

Now good dwarven spirits are a balm for the soul
They bring a light to your heart, mend broken parts whole
Turn tears into laughter, despair into bliss
there's something about them as fiery as love's kiss

Those grand dwarven spirits! Don't let this round pass
Gold dwarven spirits - they'll knock you on your *singer drains glass*

- sung by Cullen Flynn-

[Rumple C]

*wild applause and coins from Thorv*

[ayergo]

[Wild Wombat]

For once Murgen has no disparaging words about bards after hearing his friend.

"Ach, alla dead lice'r fallin from me beard, Cul. An 'ere I took ya fer a wine sippin face shaver. Ne'er agin will ya catch me sayin tha yer pluckin an singin'r jes polishin tha bottom o a rock." With a knowing nod to Thorv, he drains his ale and signals for another.