Norwick Prison Blues
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A deep voice can be heard bellowing from the Norwick Cells. A voice echoing through the damp, stone halls:
"I hear the caravan a comin'; it's rollin' 'round the bend,
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when.
I'm stuck at Norwick Prison and time keeps draggin' on.
But that caravan keeps rollin' on down to places unknown.When I was just a baby, my mama told me, 'Son,
Always be a good boy; don't ever play with hins.'
But I stabbed a gnome in Peltarch, just to watch him die.
When I hear that horse neighin' I hang my head and cry.I bet there's rich folk eatin' in a fancy tavern afar.
They're prob'ly drinkin' ales and smokin' big cigars,
But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free,
But those people keep a movin', and that's what tortures me.Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that caravan was mine,
I bet I'd move on over a little farther down the line,
Far from Norwick Prison, that's where I want to stay,
And I'd let that lonesome horse a neighin' blow my blues away."Now and again a new verse is added to the song.
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Laughter can be heard from the Militia in the barrack with the odd comment of
" In you go Bigus"…. "he will be signing the high notes now".... "that will shut him up"...... "Noooo!"
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Paci passes a bowl of suspicious looking stew into the cell and listens to the singing a while with a wide grin on his face. Upon heading back upstairs, he shakes his head chuckling slightly.
"The words are witty but the voice is horrid. I hope that fella won't decide to pursue a bardic career."
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SHUT TE FARK UP!!!
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Pokes his nose into the musty hallway
Hrm… whut was that?
For a brief moment, Rugg thought he might have seen the spirt of a Man in Black
Bows his head low, in respect and ducks back out of the hall
