 Re: dwarf poetry
*A human in travel-stained leathers and a faded green cloak stands and nods to all in the tavern, a sly grin playing upon his humble face. He runs his hands through a rat's nest of spikey reddish hair, and clears his throat. *
"A riddle from my pa then, Oldo Egilsson."
*He glances about self-consciously, then tunes the hoarse harp of his voice, and chants the riddle.*
"A shining ship came wandering over wave,
Glorious in sight, deadly bane in the night.
Loudly resounding, it's laughter was grisly.
Huge and magnificent, it's edges were sharp.
Slow to give battle, then cruel in the strife.
It broke through shield walls,
And crushed our ship's timbers.
Pitiless, deadly, wrecker of fools" |