The Village of Onorel

A little village called Onorel
Tucked away in a corner of our world
Laukemper and Tooske live there in peace
Of fishing (but not swimming!) they never cease

The Rajamala are careworn here
Who knows of what intrigues they do hear?
For the Ganeve monks are around the bend
And the evil Sarat and her friends

On the other side of Mt. Tehwet do live
Scholars and peaceful Monks who thrive
Meditation and rest they recommend
Against the Ganeve's evil they would fend

Schlandis the pelt monger keeps Onorel clean
While Didi ponders mysteries that have been
Berillia is the village beauty
And Vetiver does his greeting duty.

In the peaceful village of Onorel
The Rajamalas careworn do dwell
Leave them their tasks in serenity
For seclusion is their identity.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Aeguary, in the year 560 AF.