Both male and both of the Runewarden class;
And both have a knack for trouble en masse.
Such energy they have to expend,
Perhaps that's a notable trend?

Fitz and a friend went to Northreach Forest.
They went to hunt buckawns at his request.
They happened upon twenty in one room.
What does he do? Charges into them, Zoom!

Dragging his poor beaten and bruised body,
His friend declared his attempt quite shoddy.
He chuckled and sipped elixirs to heal,
"It was Fantastic!" he shouted with zeal.

Sanaki, my daring Satyr son, sought to learn Diving.
Undersea treasure called amidst the creatures there thriving.
He finds himself facing a tuna of great might.
He thinks, "I can fight this fish, it will be all right."

As the tuna strikes for two-thirds his health,
He flees from the sea not using much stealth.
Safe in the diving bell, catching his breath;
He exclaims, "I almost saw my own death!"

Now you know how their mother so dear;
Always uses deathsight when they're near.
When my boys wake to carouse and hunt,
I tell them deathsight is on now up front.

Boys will be boys, no matter the age;
Stifle them too much and they will rage.
Boys with double slash, do seem twice the trouble;
Swords making them feel their strength were now double.

Reckless yes, but I love them all the same.
Each day I hope Thoth does not come to claim,
My two sons before I get my own chance,
To chastise in person their deathly Romance.


Penned by my hand on the 7th of Glacian, in the year 533 AF.