[1.10] The Forgotten Cache
To Erlin, the new day exploring was certainly safer than trying to raid a bandit camp at night, in the dark and outnumbered; but it also lacked adventure. Still, when Tosk found the hidden parcel in the trunk of the old, gnarled, lightning-scarred tree, it certainly raised spirits - who knows what kind of treasure were to be had around here, just by looking? It seemed likely that Renee would benefit mostly from what was discovered, but if that made them a stronger, more effective group then so much the better.
Erlin thought the tree had a dark, unwholesome look to it, but she shook it off: there were certainly worse places they could camp. And she was always ready to tell a story or recite poetry.
"After we get the fire going, and food in our bellies, I will happily tell you all a proper tale. But for now, as we get the camp situated, here is a short poem I learned from a bard I met from Ustalev, while traveling in Mendev. He, ummmm....he wore a lot of black..."
She wasn't certain they got what she was hinting at, but decided it didn't matter.
"What shall I sing to my lord from my window?
What shall I sing for my lord will not stay?
What shall I sing for my lord will not listen?
Where shall I go when my lord is away?
Whom shall I love when the moon is arisen?
Gone is my lord and the grave is his prison.
What shall I say when my lord comes a calling?
What shall I say when he knocks on my door?
What shall I say when his feet enter softly?
Leaving the marks of his grave on my floor.
Enter my lord.
Come from your prison.
Come from your grave,
for the moon is arisen.
Welcome, my lord."
She stifled a sudden chill that ran up her spine; Ustlav sounded to her like it had some serious issues.