Re: The Chamber of Lost Souls. (OOC)
The little guy walks in, already strumming a heavy driving rhythm from his lute. He wails the opening notes, then begins singing loudly,
"We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods, Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde singing and crying: "Valhalla I am coming!"..."
Setting the instrument aside with a smile he asks quietly, "Does anyone have a spork?"