In the spirit of Christmas (and since the question about our character's favorite Christmas carol was asked on the DragonRealms Facebook page), I present...
Silent Tog, by Drunken Master Ianhanse Ironclaw
Silent Tog, Caraamon!
Forge is calm, flame not bright.
Round oak barrel: ready to quench.
Hole-y backpack, holds blades, not the bench
Where oh WHERE is that piece?
Where oh where is that piece?
Silent Tog, Caraamon!
Peasants quake at the sight.
Glories stream from the nearby bar
Heavenly comfort isn’t that far
Goes inside “to get warm”
Goes inside “to get warm.”
Silent Tog, Caraamon!
Glaes blades, man they’re light.
Kertig, Haralun, Tyrium
Wish he didn’t misplace them.
They were just hidden by his girth!
They were just hidden by his girth…