Inside an antique tavern, hours after midnight,
A drunken sage confronts a young man.
The man looked sad and burdened at first sight.
After all, who would drink alone in an antique tavern late after midnight?

The young man was thin, exhausted and pale,
His green eyes, surrounded by rather dark skin,
Looked strange on his otherwise fair face.
"Like dark, gloomy coal hiding a white gem"
His grey hair too made the old sage fazed.

The sage couldnt resist, he...