This is a tale, of a Paladin,
and a Jesteress.
He, armored from head to toe,
and she, lavishly dressed.

She bounded into Shallam,
eyes wide with wonder.
Her first time to this town,
her heart pounding like thunder.

She peered into shop windows,
as she pranced down Zanzibaar.
She slowed as she approached Fish Street,
which was not very far.

She stopped on the street of Fish,
and took a look around.
A friendly group of people mingled,
Soothing rites flowed from the ground.

She sighed happily,
what a pleasant place to be.
And when she saw him,
she was so dizzy she could hardly see.

A Paladin stood there,
armor glinting the the sunlight.
A warrior for all that is good,
he was an awesome sight.

He stared at her for a moment,
then bowed down low.
She blushed furiously,
thinking maybe it was time to go.

He took hold of her hand,
and brushed his lips over it.
She decided not to leave after all,
She decided to stay a bit.

She stared at him quietly,
unsure of what was sweeping over her.
Something magical begun that day,
Something what would last forever.


Penned by my hand on the 16th of Daedalan, in the year 353 AF.