It would be my highest honour, to be a senator of sewers
Born of Cyrenian Soil, Born of toiling mortal hands
Every brick and Every pipe
Worth more, trusted more, loved and cherished more
and not to be allowed to tarnish
and not considered anything but a compliment
by considered anything but a compliment.

My family would be honoured, to live the roomy sludge
Guarded by Cyrenian blood, Guarded by Cyrenian Iron
Every leech and Every slime
Worth more, trusted more, loved and cherished more
Every leech and Every slime
and not allowed to be touched
and not allowed to be tarnished

By the tantrums of the foolish

--Finchy Ithilien
Name in the dirt of the Vashnars
and proud
Worth more, trusted more, loved and cherished more


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Miraman, in the year 465 AF.