Greetings one and all and those that may perhaps be interested in music
in such.

Falling asleep just the month, I had the most curious dream. I was
walking through some nameless city when out of the alleys and window
nooks, bevy of rats circled around me, dancing and singing in their tiny
ratty voices.

The little event was highly delightful until I awoke and, muc to my
horror, I had found I'd grown a horrid rat tail.

Well, certainly if a song had grown me this tail, a song or two might
rid me of it, so a few of the members of TyBeirrd shall, in their
generousity, attempt to aid me in such an attempt shortly after Serenade
this month.

I invite whomever might have an interest to attend this event and I am
sure the bards would be happy to have any with a taste for music and an
inclination to donate to the arts in any way they can.

But as I said, this month shortly after Serenade, this concert for my
tail shall be held at the Dancing Boar Inn in Cyrene.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Lupar, in the year 427 AF.