Yet again making an appearance, the bard Mashal performs for the passing city folk, this time a mandolin in hand:
Rika the barbarian a common sight to us all,
Beautiful and deadly, standing a head above us tall.
Alas she does not understand this bard's going rate,
So here I shall sing of her of being a cheapskate.
What is a hundred gold to a common adventurer,
When quests and raiding get you rich just like an emperor.
Not only did she request this song just for her,
She did it after implying my skills were inferior.
For she said she did not like city folk, calling us all weak,
Not strong enough to do battle, no lives do we reap.
Tell me my good sir, my fine lady in passing,
Would you take that in stride from a vulgarian trespassing?
Now she leaves stones after battle as a prayer to her God,
With her name emblazoned on it's back for him to be awed.
So if you do come across someone out for her in vengeance,
Do please point her out and allow her own independence.
