Bear witness to story told,
of a city of vashnar, sacred and old.

Born of rock, lake and dragon so cold,
Humble beginnings it had, the city of old.

people did come from bough to wold,
to visit said city, city of old.

to drink to sing! of Peace and Art! of Honor and Respect! of Humlity and
Companionship! all together they formed this city, born not only of
rock, but of the friendship, the courage of the people, the people of
old.

these people were bold,
the ones who came to the city of old

so now i sit here, my story is told.
Or have i? what is my moral?
In this story of old.

the city be old, and its people be young,
but both be just as bold, as they were when old.

--Finchy

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Valnuary, in the year 386 AF.