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When passing through the Exigo Trading Post the elder merchant stops by wonderful music comming out the Trading House. Some singer sings a song which is drowned out just by breaking glass and someone's swearing:
"Duerric the Great, proud warrior amongst all and finest drinker in the lands.
You'll be in the golden halls where all others can't help but with awe stare.
You'd be the envy amongst all dwarves and races of the land.
Above them in fine quality and as mightiest and proudly, stand.
You're respected and liked, word of your stature will abound.
Even other planes will your name be heard and found.
No man, or dwarf will ever out drink you.
I've actualy never seen another drink as skilled too.
... some say the gods have blessed you, but I believe it's your natural way.
Truly, you're a marvellous dwarf, greater than any I can say.
I can sing all day long about how truly great you are.
But the worlds would keep going long and far.
... you're tired now but don't worry, just go goodnight.
Relay those eyes and let relaxing darkness cloud your sight ...
*the singer says a bit quieter*
Ah, you're energetic, ready for anything I can see.
Duerric the great, beyond what all can be.
By the gods master dwarf, you've drank more than I would.
That is, I couldn't even drink a third of what you could."
The merchant sighs and adds just for himself: "What an excellent person that Duerric must be!", sighs, "Even the songs are about him.", says with the sadness in his voice like he would be regreting something. "I should rather keep the old axe and become a warrior then this!", sighs again whilst looking at his wagon and nice full purse.
//OOC - author of the song: Cirion Reliun himself
"Duerric the Great, proud warrior amongst all and finest drinker in the lands.
You'll be in the golden halls where all others can't help but with awe stare.
You'd be the envy amongst all dwarves and races of the land.
Above them in fine quality and as mightiest and proudly, stand.
You're respected and liked, word of your stature will abound.
Even other planes will your name be heard and found.
No man, or dwarf will ever out drink you.
I've actualy never seen another drink as skilled too.
... some say the gods have blessed you, but I believe it's your natural way.
Truly, you're a marvellous dwarf, greater than any I can say.
I can sing all day long about how truly great you are.
But the worlds would keep going long and far.
... you're tired now but don't worry, just go goodnight.
Relay those eyes and let relaxing darkness cloud your sight ...
*the singer says a bit quieter*
Ah, you're energetic, ready for anything I can see.
Duerric the great, beyond what all can be.
By the gods master dwarf, you've drank more than I would.
That is, I couldn't even drink a third of what you could."
The merchant sighs and adds just for himself: "What an excellent person that Duerric must be!", sighs, "Even the songs are about him.", says with the sadness in his voice like he would be regreting something. "I should rather keep the old axe and become a warrior then this!", sighs again whilst looking at his wagon and nice full purse.
//OOC - author of the song: Cirion Reliun himself