Friend

Together we trek happily through
The dusty Old Southern Road
Through the Vashnars mountains so tall,
Through caverns dark and cold

We always fight back to back,
The jokes will never stop
Even when I threaten to
Punch you in the jaw

No flailing gnoll nor anthill can
Stand against the two of us
Two of a kind, birds of a feather,
No politeness and no fuss

Suddenly, next to you,
I fall and painfully die
You see my corpse lying there
And merely roll your eyes

Standing outside Maya's Halls,
I wonder where you are
Then you come out of the cave-
I knew you were not far.

Reunited, we set out
To conquer quests and foes
Follow me following you,
and then back home we go

Friends we are, friends we'll be
Even when we're apart for months
When we both meet up once more
Let's get together to hunt!

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Miraman, in the year 507 AF.