- The Quarl

I walk along the quiet road
I keep my rapier in my hand
I keep my stance at ready
I keep my harp close to my heart

I take a long drag from my pipe
I watch the flicker in the distance
I feel the eyes of the Knight
I see the armor and a falcon

He brings himself in close
A look of pure power shimmers
His runes of power sing bright
He then grips his fists tight

My rapier is fast
His sword is strong
A quick jab
A heavy slash
Both attacks open a gash

I lay there bleeding
Though I see he is fleeing
I clutch my sides
Slowly I close my eyes...

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Miraman, in the year 383 AF.