In the wake of Spellgard's loss of its flamboyant writer, Gilderoy Griffin, in unusual and hotly debated circumstances in the Spirit Dunes, a song commemorating the man works its way through the taverns. No one is admitting to authoring the song--or rather several bards are, but they are the type that it is generally known will claim credit for anything, and no one believes the true author of the elegy is known.
There once was a man called Gilderoy
Who certainly was a good ol' boy.
While his mind was still lean,
And his books were all seen,
His tone was still quite enough to annoy!
Though he rarely did cast a spell
His stories he surely would tell
He was aged and kind,
Famous in his own mind,
And thought he was going quite well
In a bizarre tangle of fate
When his curiosity to sate
He ended up dead,
To a Conjuron fed,
Still the 'sucker' refused to abate!
But at the end of the hard day,
After his colleagues toiled away,
Due to his sacrifice,
They got to try twice
Then at last the thing they did slay.
