I am Mordai, a Tiefling Bard
In my battles I have fought hard

Alongside my mercenary friends
On their loyalty my life depends

Who would have thought that Braun, our bravest adventurer
In the past had been
a sheep herder

Grim Hair was knocked out
With an enormous clout

By a hungry, vicious Manticor
Braun grabbed the man
and slid him across the floor.

Braun was injured
by the Manticor claw
He winced and cringed
as it was so sore

I fired a bolt from my crossbow
Struck a mortal...